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THE LOST KEYS OF FREEMASONRY or The Secret of Hiram Abiff by MANLY 
P. HALL 

PUBLISHER'S FOREWORD 

The steady demand and increasing popularity of this volume, of 
which eighteen thousand copies have been printed since it first 
appeared a few years ago, have brought the present revised and 
rearranged edition into being. The text can be read with profit by 
both new and old Mason, for within its pages lies an interpretation 
of Masonic symbolism which supplements the monitorial instruction 
usually given in the lodges. 

The leading Masonic scholars of all times have agreed that the 
symbols of the Fraternity are susceptible of the most profound 
interpretation and thus reveal to the truly initiated certain 
secrets concerning the spiritual realities of life. Freemasonry is 
therefore more than a mere social organization a few centuries old, 
and can be regarded as a perpetuation of the philosophical 
mysteries and initiations of the ancients. This is in keeping with 
the inner tradition of the Craft, a heritage from pre-Revival days. 

The present volume will appeal to the thoughtful Mason as an 
inspiring work, for it satisfies the yearning for further light and 
leads the initiate to that Sanctum Sanctorum where the mysteries 
are revealed. The book is a contribution to Masonic idealism, 
revealing the profounder aspects of our ancient and gentle 
Fraternity - those unigue and distinctive features which have 
proved a constant inspiration through the centuries. 



FOREWORD 

By REYNOLD E. BLIGHT, 33 degree, K. T. 

Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to 
imprison it in definition and dogma. Our most splendid 
realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, 
man is but a mollusk seeking to encompass the ocean. 

Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a 
yearning in his soul that will not let him rest, an urge that 
compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. 
He lifts feeble hands to grasp the stars and despite a million 
years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man 
springs heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was 
young . 

He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally slips from his 
embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he 
refuses to believe that she is a phantom. To him she is the only 
reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword 
of Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his 
breast . 

Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup; Sir Launfal 
adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a 
splendid guest 

Language falls. Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the 
riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form 
and sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal 
trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when we 
would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a 
wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you," he cries; "thou, too, 
art a fool . " 

So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers her insight 
with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. 
The ignorant take them literally and build for themselves prison 
houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce 
those who will not join them in the dungeon. Before the rapt 
vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve 
and fade, and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol 
the Reality. 

Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect Light. 

What is a Mason? He is a man who in his heart has been duly and 
truly prepared, has been found worthy and well qualified, has been 
admitted to the fraternity of builders, been invested with certain 
passwords and signs by which he may be enabled to work and receive 
wages as a Master Mason, and travel in foreign lands in search of 
that which was lost - The Word. 



Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion 
declaration and although the very heavens echo to the 
reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the 
beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was 
God. " 

Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever 
with us. The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in 
our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me." We 
travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home. 

And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite proves 
infinity . " 

That which we seek lives in our souls. 

This, the unspeakable truth, the unutterable perfection, the author 
has set before us in these pages. Not a Mason himself, he has read 
the deeper meaning of the ritual. Not having assumed the formal 
obligations, he calls upon all mankind to enter into the holy of 
holies. Not initiated into the physical craft, he declares the 
secret doctrine that all may hear. 

With vivid allegory and profound philosophical disguisition he 
expounds the sublime teachings of Freemasonry, older than all 
religions, as universal as human aspiration. 

It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, 
and the heart that understands. 



INTRODUCTION 

Freemasonry, though not a religion, is essentially religious. Most 
of its legends and allegories are of a sacred nature; much of it is 
woven into the structure of Christianity. We have learned to 
consider our own religion as the only inspired one, and this 
probably accounts for much of the misunderstanding in the world 
today concerning the place occupied by Freemasonry in the spiritual 
ethics of our race. A religion is a divinely inspired code of 
morals. A religious person is one inspired to nobler livi ng by 
this code. He is identified by the code which is his source of 
illumination. Thus we may say that a Christian is one who receives 
his spiritual ideals of right and wrong from the message of the 
Christ, while a Buddhist is one who molds his life into the 
archetype of morality given by the great Gautama, or one of the 
other Buddhas . All doctrines which seek to unfold and preserve 
that invisible spark in man named Spirit, are said to be spirit 
ual . Those which ignore this invisible element and concent rate 
entirely upon the visible are said to be material. There is in 
religion a wonderful point of balance, where the materialist and 
spiritist meet on the plane of logic and reason. Science and 
theology are two ends of a single truth, but the world will never 
receive the full benefit of their investigations until they have 
made peace with each other, and labor hand in hand for the 
accomplishment of the great work - the liberation of spirit and in 
telligence from the three-dimensional prison-house of ignora nee, 
superstition, and fear. That which gives man a knowledge of himself 
can be inspired only by the Self - and God is the Self in all 
things. In truth. He is the inspiration and the thing inspired. It 
has been stated in Scripture that God was the Word and that the 
Word was made flesh. Man's task now is to make flesh reflect the 
glory of that Word, which is within the soul of himself. It is 
this task which has created the need of religion - not one faith 
alone but many creeds, each searching in its own way, e ach meeting 
the needs of individual people, each emphasizing one point above 
all the others . 

Twelve Fellow Craftsmen are exploring the four points of the 
compass. Are not these twelve the twelve great world religions, 
each seeking in its own way for that which was lost in the ages 
past, and the quest of which is the birthright of man? Is not the 
quest for Reality in a world of illusions the task for which each 
comes into the world? We are here to gain balance in a sphere of 
unbalance; to find rest in a restless thing; to unveil illusion; 
and to slay the dragon of our own animal natures. As David, King 
of Israel, gave to the hands of his son Solomon the task he could 
not accomplish, so each generation gives to the next the work of 
building the temple, or rather, rebuilding the dwelling of the 
Lord, which is on Mount Moriah. 

Truth is not lost, yet it must be sought for and found. Reality is 
ever-present - dimensionless yet all-prevailing. Man - creature of 
attitudes and desires, and servant of impressions and opinions - 
cannot, with the wavering unbalance of an untutored mind, learn to 
know that which he himself does not possess. As man attains a 



quality, he discovers that quality, and recognizes about him the 
thing newborn within himself. Man is born with eyes, yet only 
after long years of sorrow does he learn to see clearl y and in 
harmony with the Plan. He is born with senses, but only after long 
experience and fruitless strivings does he bring these senses to 
the temple and lays them as offerings upon the altar of the great 
Father, who alone does all things well and with understanding. Man 
is, in truth, born in the sin of ignorance, but with a capacity for 
understanding. He has a mind capable of wisdom, a heart capable of 
feeling, and a hand strong for the great work in life - truing the 
rough ashlar into the perfect sto ne . 

What more can any creature ask than the opportunity to prove the 
thing he is, the dream that inspires him, the vision that leads him 
on? We have no right to ask for wisdom. In whose name do we beg 
for understanding? By what authority do we demand happiness? None 
of these things is the birthright of any creature; yet all may have 
them, if they will cultivate within themselves the thing that they 
desire. There is no need of asking, nor does any Deity bow down to 
give man these things that he desires. Man i s given by Nature, a 
gift, and that gift is the privilege of labor. Through labor he 
learns all things. 

Religions are groups of people, gathered together in the labor of 
learning. The world is a school. We are here to learn, and our 
presence here proves our need of instruction. Every living 
creature is struggling to break the strangling bonds of limitation 
- that pressing narrowness which inhabits vision and leaves the 
life without an ideal. Every soul is engaged in a great work - the 
labor of personal liberation from the state of ignorance. The 
world is a great prison; its bars are the Unknown. And eac h is a 
prisoner until, at last, he earns the right to tear these bars from 
their moldering sockets, and pass, illuminated and inspired, into 
the darkness, which becomes lighted by that presence. All peoples 
seek the temple where God dwells, where the spirit of the great 
Truth illuminates the shadows of human ignorance, but they know not 
which way to turn nor where this temple is. The mist of dogma 
surrounds them. Ages of thoughtlessness bind them in. Limitation 
weakens them and retards their footsteps. They wander in darkness 
seeking light, failing to realize that the Eght is in the heart of 
the darkness . 

To the few who have found Him, God is revealed. These, in turn, 
reveal Him to man, striving to tell ignorance the message of 
wisdom. But seldom does man understand the mystery that has been 
unveiled. He tries weakly to follow in the steps of those who have 
attained, but all too often finds the path more difficult than he 
even dreamed. So he kneels in prayer before the mountain he cannot 
climb, from whose top gleams the light which he is neither strong 
enough to reach nor wise enough to comprehend. He 1 ives the law 
as he knows it, always fearing in his heart that he has not read 
aright the flaming letters in the sky, and that in living the 
letter of the Law he has murdered the spirit. Man bows humbly to 
the Unknown, peopling the shadows of his own ignorance with saints 
and saviors, ghosts and spectres, gods and demons. Ignorance fears 
all things, falling, terror-stricken before the passing wind. 
Superstition stands as the monument to ignorance, and b efore it 



kneel all who realize their own weakness; wh o see in all things 
the strength they do not possess; who give to sticks and stones the 
power to bruise them; who change the beauties of Nature into the 
dwelling place of ghouls and ogres. Wisdom fears no thing, but 
still bows humbly to its own Source. While superstition hates all 
things, wisdom, with its deeper understanding, loves all things; 
for it has seen the beauty, the tenderness, and the sweetness which 
underlie Life's mystery. 

Life is the span of time appointed for accomplishment. Every 
fleeting moment is an opportunity, and those who are great are the 
ones who have recognized life as the opportunity for all things. 
Arts, sciences, and religions are monuments standing for what 
humanity has already accomplished. They stand as memorials to the 
unfolding mind of man, and through them man acquires more efficient 
and more intelligent methods of attaining prescribed results. 
Blessed are those who can profit by the experiences of ot hers; 
who, adding to that which has already been built, can make their 
inspiration real, their dreams practical. Those who give man the 
things he needs, while seldom appreciated in their own age, are 
later recognized as the Saviors of the human race. 

Masonry is a structure built upon experience. Each stone is a 
sequential step in the unfolding of intelligence. The shrines of 
Masonry are ornamented by the jewels of a thousand ages; its 
rituals ring with the words of enlightened seers and illuminated 
sages. A hundred religions have brought their gifts of wisdom to 
its altar. Arts and sciences unnumbered have contributed to its 
symbolism. It is more than a faith; it is a path of certainty. It 
is more than a belief; it is a fact. Masonry is a univers ity, 
teaching the liberal arts and sciences of the soul to all who will 
attend to its words. It is a shadow of the great Atlantean Mystery 
School, which stood with all its splendor in the ancient City of 
the Golden Gates, where now the turbulent Atlantic rolls in 
unbroken sweep. Its chairs are seats of learning; its pillars 
uphold the arch of universal education, not only in material 
things, but also in those qualities which are of the spirit. Up on 
its trestleboards are inscribed the sacred truths of all nations 
and of all peoples, and upon those who understand its sacred depths 
has dawned the great Reality. Masonry is, in truth, that long-lost 
thing which all peoples have sought in all ages. Masonry is the 
common denominator as well as the common devisor of human 
aspiration . 

Most of the religions of the world are like processions: one leads, 
and the many follow. In the footsteps of the demigods, man follows 
in his search for truth and illumination. The Christian follows 
the gentle Nazarene up the winding slopes of Calvary. The Buddhist 
follows his great emancipator through his wanderings in the 
wilderness. The Mohammedan makes his pilgrimage across the desert 
sands to the black tent at Mecca. Truth leads, and ignorance 
follows in his train. Spirit blazes the trail, and ma tter follows 
behind. In the world today ideals live but a moment in their 
purity, before the gathering hosts of darkness snuff out the 
gleaming spark. The Mystery School, however, remains unmoved. It 
does not bring its light to man; man must bring his light to it. 
Ideals, coming into the world, become idols within a few short 



hours, but man, entering the gates of the sanctuary, changes the 
idol back to an ideal. 

Man is climbing an endless flight of steps, with his eyes fixed 
upon the goal at the top. Many cannot see the goal, and only one 
or two steps are visible before them. He has learned, however, one 
great lesson - namely, that as he builds his own character he is 
given strength to climb the steps. Hence a Mason is a builder of 
the temple of character. He is the architect of a sublime mystery 
- the gleaming, glowing temple of his own soul. He realizes that 
he best serves God when he joins with the Great Ar chitect in 
building more noble structures in the universe below. All who are 
attempting to attain mastery through constructive efforts are 
Masons at heart, regardless of religious sect or belief. A Mason 
is not necessarily a member of a lodge. In a broad sense, he is 
any person who daily tries to live the Masonic life, and to serve 
intelligently the needs of the Great Architect. The Masonic 
brother pledges himself to assist all other temple-builders in 
whatever extremity of life; and in so doing he pled ges himself to 
every living thing, for they are all temple-builders, building more 
noble structures to the glory of the universal God. 

The true Masonic Lodge is a Mystery School, a place where 
candidates are taken out of the follies and foibles of the world 
and instructed in the mysteries of life, relationships, and the 
identity of that germ of spiritual essence within, which is, in 
truth, the Son of God, beloved of His Father. The Mason views life 
seriously, realizing that every wasted moment is a lost 
opportunity, and that Omnipotence is gained only through 
earnestness and endeavor. Above all other relationships he 
recognizes the unive rsal brotherhood of every living thing. The 
symbol of the clasped hands, explained in the Lodge, reflects his 
attitude towards all the world, for he is the comrade of all 
created things. He realizes also that his spirit is a glowing, 
gleaming jewel which he must enshrine within a holy temple built by 
the labor of his hands, the meditation of his heart, and the 
aspiration of his soul. 

Freemasonry is a philosophy which is essentially creedless. It is 
the truer for it. Its brothers bow to truth regardless of the 
bearer; they serve light, instead of wrangling over the one who 
brings it. In this way they prove that they are seeking to know 
better the will and the dictates of the Invincible One. No truer 
religion exists than that of world comradeship and brotherhood, for 
the purpose of glorifying one God and building for Him a temple of 
constructive attitude and noble character. 



PROLOGUE 

IN THE FIELDS OF CHAOS 

The first flush of awakening Life pierced the impenetrable expanse 
of Cosmic Night, turning the darkness of negation into the dim 
twilight of unfolding being. Silhouetted against the shadowy 
gateways of Eternity, the lonely figure of a mystic stranger stood 
upon the nebulous banks of swirling substance. Robed in a shimmery 
blue mantle of mystery and his head encircled by a golden crown of 
dazzling light, the darkness of Chaos fled before the rays that 
poured like streams of living fire from his form divine. 

From some Cosmos greater far than ours this mystic visitor came, 
answering the call of Divinity. From star to star he strode and 
from world to universe he was known, yet forever concealed by the 
filmy garments of chaotic night. Suddenly the clouds broke and a 
wondrous light descended from somewhere among the seething waves of 
force; it bathed this lonely form in a radiance celestial, each 
sparkling crystal of mist gleaming like a diamond bathed in the 
living fire of the Divine. 

In the gleaming flame of cosmic light bordered by the dark clouds 
of not-being two great forms appeared and a mighty Voice thrilled 
eternity, each sparkling atom pulsating with the power of the 
Creator's Word* while the great blue-robed figure bowed in awe 
before the foot-stool of His Maker as a hand reached down from 
heaven, its fingers extended the benediction. 

"Of all creation I have chosen you and upon you my seal is placed. 
You are the chosen instrument of my hand and I appoint you to be 
the Builder of my Temple. You shall raise its pillars and tile its 
floor; you shall ornament it with metals and with jewels and you 
shall be the master of my workmen. In your hands I place the plans 
and here on the tracing board of livig substance I have impressed 
the plan you are to follow, tracing its every letter and angle in 
the fiery lines of my moving finger. Hiram Ab iff, chosen builder 
of your Father's house, up and to your work. Yonder are the fleecy 
clouds, the 

* The Creative Fiat, or rate of vibration through which all things 
are created. 

gray mists of dawn, the gleams of heavenly light, and the darkness 
of the sleep of creation. From these shall you build, without the 
sound of hammer or the voice of workmen, the temple of your God, 
eternal in the heavens. The swirling, ceaseless motion of negation 
you shall chain to grind your stones. Among these spirits of 
not-being shall you slack your lime and lay your footings; for I 
have watched you through the years of your youth; I have guided you 
through the days of your manhood. I have weighed y ou in the 
balance and you have not been found wanting. Therefore, to you 
give I the glory of work, and here ordain you as the Builder of my 
House. Unto you I give the word of the Master Builder; unto you I 
give the tools of the craft; unto you I give the power that has 
been vested in me. Be faithful unto these things. Bring them back 



when you have finished, and I will give you the name known to God 
alone. So mote it be." 

The great light died out of the heavens, the streaming fingers of 
living light vanished in the misty, lonely twilight, and again 
covered not-being with its sable mantle. Hiram Abiff again stood 
alone, gazing out into the endless ocean of oblivion - nothing but 
swirling, seething matter as far as eye could see. Then he 
straightened his shoulders and, taking the trestleboard in his 
hands and clasping to his heart the glowing Word of the Master, 
walked slowly away and was swallowed up in the mists of primord ial 
dawn . 

How may man measure timeless eternity? Ages passed, and the lonely 
Builder labored with his plan with only love and humility in his 
heart, his hand molding the darkness which he blessed while his 
eyes were raised above where the Great Light had shone down from 
heaven. In the divine solitude he labored, with no voice to cheer, 
no spirit to condemn - alone in the boundless all with the great 
chill of the morning mist upon his brow, but his heart still warm 
with the light of the Master's Word. It seemed a ho peless task. 
No single pair of hands could mold that darkness; no single heart, 
no matter how true, could be great enough to project pulsing cosmic 
love into the cold mist of oblivion. Though the darkness settled 
ever closer about him and the misty fingers of negation twined 
round his being, still with divine trust the Builder labored; with 
divine hope he laid his footings, and from the boundless clay he 
made the molds to cast his sacred ornaments. Slowl y the building 
grew and dim forms molded by the Maste r's hand took shape about 
him. Three huge, soulless creatures had the Master fashioned, great 
beings which loomed like grim spectres in the semi-darkness. They 
were three builders he had blessed and now in stately file they 
passed before him, and Hiram held out his arms to his creation, 
saying, "Brothers, I have built you for your works. I have formed 
you to labor with me in the building of the Master's house. You 
are the children of my being; I have labored with yo u, now labor 
with me for the glory of o ur God." 

But the spectres laughed. Turning upon their maker and striking him 
with his own tools given him by God out of heaven, they left their 
Grand Master dying in the midst of his labors, broken and crushed 
by the threefold powers of cosmic night. As he lay bleeding at the 
feet of his handiwork the martyred Builder raised his eyes to the 
seething clouds, and his face was sweet with divine love and cosmic 
understanding as he prayed unto the Master who had sent him forth: 

"0 Master of Workmen, Great Architect of the universe, my labors 
are not finished. Why must they always remain undone? I have not 
completed the thing for which Thou hast sent me unto being, for my 
very creations have turned against me and the tools Thou gavest me 
have destroyed me. The children that I formed in love, in their 
ignorance have murdered me. Here, Father, is the Word Thou gavest 
me now red with my own blood. Master, I return it to Thee for I 
have kept it sacred in my heart. Here are the too Is, the tracing 
board, and the vessels I have wrought. Around me stand the ruins 
of my temple which I must leave. Unto Thee, God, the divine 
Knower of all things, I return them all, realizing that in Thy good 



time lies the fulfillment of all things. Thou, God, knowest our 
down-sitting and our uprising and Thou understandest our thoughts 
afar off. In Thy name. Father, I have labored and in Thy cause I 
die, a faithful builder." 

The Master fell back, his upturned face sweet in the last repose of 
death, and the light rays no longer pouring from him. The gray 
clouds gathered closer as though to form a winding sheet around the 
body of their murdered Master. 

Suddenly the heavens opened again and a shaft of light bathed the 
form of Hiram in a glory celestial. Again the Voice spoke from the 
heavens where the Great King sat upon the clouds of creation: "He 
is not dead; he is asleep. Who will awaken him? His labors are not 
done, and in death he guards the sacred relics more closely than 
ever, for the Word and the tracing board are his - I have given 
them to him. But he must remain asleep until these three who have 
slain him shall bring him back to life, for ever y wrong must be 
righted, and the slayers of my house, the destroyers of my temple, 
must labor in the place of their Builder until they raise their 
Master from the dead." 

The three murderers fell on their knees and raised their hands to 
heaven as though to ward off the light which had disclosed their 
crime: "0 God, great is our sin, for we have slain our Grand 
Master, Hiram Abiff ! Just is Thy punishment and as we have slain 
him we now dedicate our lives to his resurrection. The first was 
our human weakness, the second our sacred duty." 



"Be it so," answered the Voice from Heaven. The great Light 
vanished and the clouds of darkness and mist concealed the body of 
the murdered Master. It was swallowed up in the swirling darkness 
which left no mark, no gravestone to mark the place where the 
Builder had lain. 

"0 God!" cried the three murderers, "where shall we find our Master 
now?" 

A hand reached down again from the Great Unseen and a tiny lamp was 
handed them, whose oil flame burned silently and clearly in the 
darkness. "By this light shall ye seek him whom ye have slain." 

The three forms surrounded the light and bowed in prayer and 
thanksgiving for this solitary gleam which was to light the 
darkness of their way. From somewhere above in the regions of 
not-being the great Voice spoke, a thundering Voice that filled 
Chaos with its sound: "He cometh forth as a flower and is cut down; 
he teeth also as a shadow and continueth not; as the waters fail 
from the sea and the flood decayeth and drieth up, so man lieth 
down and riseth not again. Yet have I compassion upon the children 
of my creation; I administer unto them in time of trouble and save 
them with an everlasting salvation. Seek ye where the broken twig 
lies and the dead stick molds away, where the clouds float together 
and the stones rest by the hillside, for all these mark the grave 
of Hiram who has carried my Will with him to the tomb. This 
eternal guest is yours until ye have found your Builder, until the 



cup giveth up its secret, until the grave givet h up its ghosts. 
No more shall I speak until ye have found and rais ed my beloved 
Son, and have listened to the words of my Messenger and with Him as 
your guide have finished the temple which I shall then inhabit. 
Amen . " 

The gray dawn still lay asleep in the arms of darkness. Out 
through the great mystery of not-being all was silence, unknowable. 
Through the misty dawn, like strange phantoms of a dream, three 
figures wandered over the great Unknown carrying in their hands a 
tiny light, the lamp given to them by their Builder's Father. Over 
stick and stone and cloud and star they wandered, eternally in 
search of a silent grave, stopping again and again to explore the 
depths of some mystic recess, praying for liberation fr om their 
endless search; yet bound by their vows to raise the Builder they 
had slain, whose grave was marked by the broken twig, and whose 
body was laid away in the white winding sheet of death somewhere 
over the brow of the eternal hill. 

TEMPLE BUILDERS 

You are the temple builders of the future. With your hands must be 
raised the domes and spires of a coming civilization. Upon the 
foundation you have laid, tomorrow shall build a far more noble 
edifice. Builders of the temple of character wherein should dwell 
an enlightened spirit; truers of the rock of relationship; molders 
of those vessels created to contain the oil of life: up, and to the 
task appointed! Never before in the history of men have you had the 
opportunity that now confronts you. The world waits - waits for the 
illuminated one who shall come from between the pillars of the 
portico. Humility, hoodwinked and bound, seeks entrance to the 
temple of wisdom. Fling wide the gate, and let the worthy enter. 
Fling wide the gate, and let the light that is the life of men 
shine forth. Hasten to complete the dwelling of the Lord, that the 
Spirit of God may come and dwell among His people, sanctified and 
ordained according to His law. 

CHAPTER I 

THE ETERNAL QUEST 

The average Mason, as well as the modern student of Masonic ideals, 
little realizes the cosmic obligation he takes upon himself when he 
begins his search for the sacred truths of Nature as they are 
concealed in the ancient and modern rituals. He must not lightly 
regard his vows, and if he would not bring upon himself years and 
ages of suffering he must cease to consider Freemasonry solely as a 
social order only a few centuries old. He must realize that the 
ancient mystic teachings as perpetuated in the mo dern rites are 
sacred, and that powers unseen and unrecognized mold the destiny of 
those who consciously and of their own free will take upon 
themselves the obligations of the Fraternity. 

Freemasonry is not a material thing: it is a science of the soul; 
it is not a creed or doctrine but a universal expression of the 
Divine Wisdom.* The coming together of medieval guilds or even the 
building of Solomon's temple as it is understood today has little. 



if anything, to do with the true origin of Freemasonry, for Masonry 
does not deal with personalities. In its highest sense, it is 
neither historical nor archaeological, but is a divine symbolic 
language perpetuating under certain concrete symbols the sacred 
mysteries of the ancients. Only those who see in it a cosmic 
study, a life work, a divine inspiration to better thinking, better 
feeling, and better living, with the spiritual attainment of 
enlightenment as the end, and with the daily life of the true Mason 
as the means, have gained even the slightest insight into the true 
mysteries of the ancient rites. 

The age of the Masonic school is not to be calculated by hundreds 
or even thousands of years, for it never had any origin in the 
worlds of form. The world as we see it is merely an experimental 
laboratory in which man is laboring to build and express greater 
and more perfect vehicles. Into this laboratory pour myriads 

*This term is used as synonymous with a very secret and sacred 
philosophy that has existed for all time, and has been the 
inspiration of the great saints and sages of all ages, i. e., the 
perfect wisdom of God, revealing itself through a secret hierarchy 
of illumined minds. 

of rays descending from the cosmic hierarchies.* These mighty 
globes and orbs which focus their energies upon mankind and mold 
its destiny do so in an orderly manner, each in its own way and 
place, and it is the working of these mystic hierarchies in the 
universe which forms the pattern around which the Masonic school 
has been built, for the true lodge of the Mason is the universe. 
Freed of limitations of creed and sect, he stands a master of all 
faiths, and those who take up the study of Freemasonry witho ut 
realizing the depth, the beauty, and the spiritual power of its 
philosophy can never gain anything of permanence from their 
studies. The age of the Mystery Schools can be traced by the 
student back to the dawn of time, ages and aeons ago, when the 
temple of the Solar Man was in the making. That was the first 
Temple of the King, and therein were given and laid down the true 
mysteries of the ancient lodge, and it was the gods of creation and 
th e spirits of the dawn who first tiled the Master's lodge. 

The initiated brother realizes that his so called symbols and 
rituals are merely blinds 

*The groups of celestial intelligences governing the creative 
processes in cosmos. 

fabricated by the wise to perpetuate ideas incomprehensible to the 
average individual. He also realizes that few Masons of today know 
or appreciate the mystic meaning concealed within these rituals. 
With religious faith we perpetuate the form, worshiping it instead 
of the life, but those who have not recognized the truth in the 
crystallized ritual, those who have not liberated the spiritual 
germ from the shell of empty words, are not Masons, regardless of 
their physical degrees and outward honors. 

In the work we are taking up it is not the intention to dwell upon 
the modern concepts of the Craft but to consider Freemasonry as it 



really is to those who know, a great cosmic organism whose true 
brothers and children are tied together not by spoken oaths but by 
lives so lived that they are capable of seeing through the blank 
wall and opening the window which is now concealed by the rubbish 
of materiality. When this is done and the mysteries of the 
universe unfold before the aspiring candidate, then in t ruth he 
discovers what Freemasonry really is. Its material aspects 
interest him no longer for he has unmasked the Mystery School which 
he is capable of recognizing only when he himself has spiritually 
become a member of it . 

Those who have examined and studied its ancient lore have no doubt 
that Freemasonry, like the universe itself, which is the greatest 
of all schools, deals with the unfolding of a three-fold principle; 
for all the universe is governed by the same three kings who are 
called the builders of the Masonic temple. They are not 
personalities but principles, great intelligent energies and powers 
which in God, man, and the universe have charge of the molding of 
cosmic substance into the habitation of the living king , the 
temple built through the ages first of unconscious and then 
conscious effort on the part of every individual who is expressing 
in his daily life the creative principles of these three kings. 

The true brodaer of the ancient Craft realized that the completion 
of the temple he was building to the King of the Universe was a 
duty or rather a privilege which he owed to his God, to his 
brother, and to himself. He knew that certain steps must be taken 
and that his temple must be built according to the plan. Today it 
seems that the plan is lost, however, for in the majority of cases 
Freemasonry is no longer an operative art but is merely a 
speculative idea until each brother, reading the mystery of hi s 
symbols and pondering over the beautiful allegories unfolded in his 
ritual, realizes that he himself contains the keys and the plans so 
long lost to his Craft and that if he would ever learn Freemasonry 
he must unlock its doors with the key wrought from the base metals 
of his own being. 

True Freemasonry is esoteric; it is not a thing of this world. All 
that we have here is a link, a doorway, through which the student 
may pass into the unknown. Freemasonry has nothing to do with 
things of form save that it realizes form is molded by and 
manifests the life it contains. Conseguently the student is 
seeking so to mold his life that the form will glorify the God 
whose temple he is slowly building as he awakens one by one the 
workmen within himself and directs them to carry out the plan that 
h as been given him out of heaven. 

So far as it is possible to discover, ancient Freemasonry and the 
beautiful cosmic allegories that it teaches, perpetuated through 
hundreds of lodges and ancient mysteries, forms the oldest of the 
Mystery Schools;* and its preser- 

* This is a term used by the ancients to designate the esoteric 
side of their religious ceremonials. The candidate passing through 
these mysteries was initiated into the mysteries of Nature and the 
arcane side of natural law. 



vation through the ages has not depended upon itself as an exoteric 
body of partly evolved individuals but upon a concealed 
brotherhood, the exoteric side of Freemasonry. All the great 
mystery. Schools have hierarchies upon the spiritual planes of 
Nature which are expressing themselves in this world through creeds 
and organizations. The true student seeks to lift himself from the 
exoteric body upward spiritually until he joins the esoteric group 
which, without a lodge on the physical plane of Nature, is fa r 
greater than all the lodges of which it is the central fire. The 
spiritual instructors of humanity are forced to labor in the 
concrete world with things comprehensible to the concrete mind, and 
there man begins to comprehend the meaning of the allegories and 
symbols which surround his exoteric work as soon as he prepares 
himself to receive them. The true Mason realizes that the work of 
the Mystery Schools in the world is of an inclusive rathe r than an 
exclusive nature, and that the only lodge which is b road enough to 
express his ideals is one whose dome is the heavens, whose pillars 
are the corners of creation, whose checker-board floor is composed 
of the crossing currents of human emotion and whose altar is the 
human heart. Creeds cannot bind the true seeker for truth. 
Realizing the unity of all truth, the Mason also realizes that the 
hierarchies laboring with him have given him in his varying degrees 
the mystic spiritual rituals of all the Mystery S chools in the 
world, and if he would fill his place i n the plan he must not 
enter this sacred study for what he can get out of it but that he 
may learn how to serve. 

In Freemasonry is concealed the mystery of creation, the answer to 
the problem of existence, and the path the student must tread in 
order to join those who are really the living powers behind the 
thrones of modern national and international affairs. The true 
student realizes most of all that the taking of degrees does not 
make a man a Mason. A Mason is not appointed; he is evolved and he 
must realize that the position he holds in the exoteric lodge means 
nothing compared to his position in the spiritual 1 odge of life. 
He must forever discard the idea that he can be told or instructed 
in the sacred Mysteries or that his being a member of an 
organization improves him in any way. He must realize that his 
duty is to build and evolve the sacred teachings in his own being: 
that nothing but his own purified being can unlock the door to the 
sealed libraries of human consciousness, and that his Masonic rites 
must eternally be speculative until he makes them opera five by 
living the life of the mystic Mason. His ka rmic responsibilities 
increase with his opportunities. Those who are surrounded with 
knowledge and opportunity for self -improvement and make nothing of 
these opportunities are the lazy workmen who will be spiritually, 
if not physically, cast out of the temple of the king. 

The Masonic order is not a mere social organization, but is 
composed of all those who have banded themselves together to learn 
and apply the principles of mysticism and the occult rites. They 
are (or should be) philosophers, sages and sober-minded individuals 
who have dedicated themselves upon the Masonic altar and vowed by 
all they hold dear that the world shall be better, wiser, and 
happier because they have lived. Those who enter these mystic 
rites and pass between the pillars seeking either prestige or 
commercial advantage are blasphemers, and while in this world we 



may count them as successful, they are the cosmic failures who have 
barred themselves out from the true rite whose keynote is 
unselfishness and whose workers have renounced the things of earth. 

In ancient times many years of preparation were required before the 
neophyte was permitted to enter the temple of the Mysteries. In 
this way the shallow, the curious, the faint of heart, and those 
unable to withstand the temptations of life were automatically 
eliminated by their inability to meet the requirements for 
admission. The successful candidate wbo did pass between the 
pillars entered the temple, keenly realizing his sublime 
opportunity, his divine obligation, and the mystic privilege which 
he had earned for himself through years of special preparation. 
Only those are truly Masons who enter their temple in reverence, 
who seek not the ephemeral things of life but the treasures which 
are eternal, whose sole desire is to know the true mystery of the 
Craft that they may join as honest workmen those who have gone 
before as builders of the Universal Temple. The Masonic ritual is 
not a ceremony, but a life to be lived. Those alone are truly 
Masons who, dedicating their lives and their fortunes upo n the a 
Itar of the living flame, undertake the construction of the one 
universal building of which they are the workmen and their God the 
living Architect. When we have Masons like this the Craft will 
again be operative, the flaming triangle will shine forth with 
greater lustre, the dead builder will rise from his tomb, and the 
Lost Word so long concealed from the profane will blaze forth again 
with the power that makes all things new. 

In the pages that follow have been set down a number of thoughts 
for the study and consideration of temple builders, craftsmen and 
artisans alike. They are the keys which, if only read, will leave 
the student still in ignorance but, if lived, will change the 
speculative Masonry of today into the operative Masonry of 
tomorrow, when each builder, realizing his own place, will see 
things which he never saw before, not because they were not there 
but because he was blind. And there are none so blind as those who 
will not see. 

THOUGHTLESSNESS 

The noblest tool of the Mason is his mind, but its value is 
measured by the use made of it. Thoughtful in all things, the 
aspiring candidate to divine wisdom attains reality in sincere 
desire, in meditation, and in silence. Let the keynote of the 
Craft, and of the Ritual, be written in blazing letters: THINK OF 
ME. What is the meaning of this mystic maze of symbols, rites and 
rituals? THINK! What does life mean, with the criss-crossings of 
human relationship, the endless pageantry of qualities masqueradin 
g in a carnival of fools? THINK! What is the plan behind it all, 
and who the planner? Where dwells the Great Architect, and what is 
the tracing board upon which he designs? THINK! What is the human 
soul, and why the endless yearning to ends unknown, along pathways 
where each must wander unaccompanied? Why mind, why soul, why 
spirit, and in truth, why anything? THINK! Is there an answer? If 
so, where will the truth be found? Think, Brothers o f the Craft, 
think deeply; for if truth exists, you have it, and if truth be 
within the reach of living creature, what other goal is worth the 



struggle? 

CHAPTERII 

THE CANDIDATE 

There comes a time in the growth of every living individual thing 
when it realizes with dawning consciousness that it is a prisoner. 
While apparently free to move and have its being, the struggling 
life cognizes through ever greater vehicles its own limitations. 
It is at this point that man cries out with greater insistence to 
be liberated from the binding ties which, though invisible to 
mortal eyes, still chain him with bonds far more terrible than 
those of any physical prison. 

Many have read the story of the prisoner of Chillon who paced back 
and forth in the narrow confines of his prison cell, while the blue 
waters rolled ceaselessly above his head and the only sound that 
broke the stillness of his eternal night was the constant swishing 
and lapping of the waves. We pity the prisoner in his physical 
tomb and we are sad at heart, for we know how life loves liberty. 
But there is one prisoner whose plight is far worse than those of 
earth. He has not even the narrow confines of a prison cell around 
Him; He cannot pace ceaselessly to and fro and wear ruts in the 
cobblestones of His dungeon floor. That eternal Prisoner is Life 
incarnate within the dark stone walls of matter, with not a single 
ray to brighten the blackness of His fate. He fights eternally, 
praying in the dark confines of gloomy walls for light and 
opportunity. This is the eternal Prisoner who, through the 
ceaseless ages of cosmic unfoldment, through forms unnumbered an d 
species now unknown, strives eternally to libe rate Himself and 
gain self conscious expression, the birthright of every created 
thing. He awaits the day when, standing upon the rocks that now 
form His shapeless tomb. He may raise His arms to heaven, bathed in 
the sunlight of spiritual freedom, free to join the sparkling atoms 
and dancing light-beings released from the bonds of prison wall and 
tomb. 

Around Life - that wondrous germ in the heart of every living 
thing, that sacred Prisoner in His gloomy cell, that Master Builder 
laid away in the grave of matter - has been built the wondrous 
legend of the Holy Sepulchre. Under allegories unnumbered, the 
mystic philosophers of the ages, have perpetuated this wonderful 
story, and among the Craft Masons it forms the mystic ritual of 
Hiram, the Master Builder, murdered in his temple by the very 
builders who should have served him as he labored to perfect the 
dwelling place of his God. 

Matter is the tomb. It is the dead wall of substance not yet 
awakened into the pulsating energies of Spirit. It exists in many 
degrees and forms, not only in the chemical elements which form the 
solids of our universe but in finer and more subtle substances. 
These, though expressing through emotion and thought, are still 
beings of the world of form. These substances form the great cross 
of matter which opposes the growth of all things and by opposition 
makes all growth possible. It is the great cross o f hydrogen, 
nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon upon which even the life germ in 



protoplasm is crucified and suspended in agony. These substances 
are incapable of giving it adequate expression. The Spirit within 
cries out for freedom: freedom to be, to express, to manifest its 
true place in the Great Plan of cosmic unfoldment. 

It is this great yearning within the heart of man which sends him 
slowly onward toward the gate of the Temple; it is this inner urge 
for greater understanding and greater light which brought into 
being through the law of necessity the great cosmic Masonic Lodge 
dedicated to those seeking union with the Powers of Light that 
their prison walls might be removed. This shell cannot be 
discarded: it must be raised into union with the Life; each dead, 
crystallized atom in the human body tnust be set vibrating and 
spinning to a higher rate of consciousness. Through purification, 
through knowledge, and through service to his fellow man the 
candidate sequentially unfolds these mystic properties, building 
better and more perfect bodies through which his higher life 
secures even greater manifestation. The expression of man through 
constructive thought, emotion, and action liberates the higher 
nature from bodies which in their crystallized states are incapa 
ble of giving him his natural opportunities. 

In Freemasonry this crystallized substance of matter is called the 
grave and represents the Holy Sepulchre. This is the grave within 
which the lost Builder lies and with Him are the plans of the 
Temple and the Master's Word, and it is this builder, our Grand 
Master, whom we must seek and raise from the dead. This noble Son 
of Light cries out to us in every expression of matter. Every 
stick and stone marks His resting place, and the sprig of acacia 
promises that through the long winter of spiritual darkne ss when 
the sun does not shine for man, this Light still awaits the day of 
liberation when each one of us shall raise Him by the grip of the 
Grand Master, the true grip of a Master Mason. We cannot hear this 
Voice that calls eternally, but we feel its inner urge. A great 
unknown something pulls at our heartstrings. As the ages roll by, 
the deep desire to be greater, to live better, and to think God's 
thoughts, builds within ourselves the qualifica tions of a 
candidate who, when asked why he takes the path , would truly 
answer if he knew mentally the things he feels: "I hear a voice 
that cries out to me from flora and fauna, from the stones, from 
the clouds, from the very heaven itself. Each fiery atom spinning 
and twisting in Cosmos cries out to me with the voice of my Master. 
I can hear Hiram Abiff, my Grand Master, crying out in his agony, 
the agony of life hidden within the darkness of its prison walls, 
seeking for the expression which I have denied it, lab oring, to 
bring closer the day of its liberation , and I have learned to know 
that I am responsible for those walls. My daily actions are the 
things which as ruffians and traitors are murdering my God." 

There are many legends of the Holy Sepulchre which for so many 
centuries had been in the hands of the infidel and which the 
Christian worlds sought to retake in the days of the Crusades. Few 
Masons realize that this Holy Sepulchre, or tomb, is in reality 
negation and crystallization - matter that has sealed within itself 
the Spirit of Life which must remain in darkness until the growth 
of each individual being gives it walls of glowing gold and changes 
its stones into windows. As we develop better and bet ter vehicles 



of expression, these walls slowly expand until at last Spirit rises 
triumphant from its tomb and, blessing the very walls that confined 
it, raises them to union with itself. 

We may first consider the murderers of Hiram. These three 
ruffians, who, when the Builder seeks to leave his temple, strike 
him with the tools of his own Craft until finally they slay him and 
bring the temple down in destruction upon their own heads, 
symbolize the three expressions of our own lower natures which are 
in truth the murderers of the good within ourselves. These three 
may be called thought, desire, and action. When purified and 
transmuted they are three glorious avenues through which may mani 
fest the great life power of the three kings, the glowing builders 
of the Cosmic Lodge manifesting in this world as spiritual thought, 
constructive emotion, and useful daily labor in the various places 
and positions where we find ourselves while carrying on the 
Master's work. These three form the Flaming Triangle which 
glorifies every living Mason, but when crystallized and perverted 
they form a triangular prison through which the light cann ot shine 
and the Life is forced to languish in the dim darkness of despair, 
until man himself through his higher understanding liberates the 
energies and powers which are indeed the builders and glorifiers of 
his Father's House. 

Now let us consider how these three fiery kings of the dawn became, 
through perversion of their manifestation by man, the ruffians who 
murdered Hiram - the energizing powers of cosmos which course 
through the blood of every living being, seeking to beautify and 
perfect the temple they would build according to the plan laid down 
on the tracing board by the Master Architect of the universe. 
First in the mind is one of the three kings, or rather we shall say 
a channel through which he manifests; for King Solo mon is the 
power of mind which, perverted, becomes a destroyer who tears down 
with the very powers which nourish and build. The right 
application of thought, when seeking the answer to the cosmic 
problem of destiny, liberates man's spirit which soars above the 
concrete through that wonderful power of mind, with its dreams and 
its ideals. 

When man's thoughts rise upon the wings of aspiration, when he 
pushes back the darkness with the strength of reason and logic, 
then indeed the builder is liberated from his dungeon and the light 
pours in, bathing him with life and power. This light enables us 
to seek more clearly the mystery of creation and to find with 
greater certainty our place in the Great Plan, for as man unfolds 
his bodies he gains talents with which he can explore the mysteries 
of Nature and search for the hidden workings of the Div ine. 
Through these powers the Builder is liberated and his consciousness 
goes forth conguering and to conguer. These higher ideals, these 
spiritual concepts, these altruistic, philanthropic, educative 
applications of thought power glorify the Builder; for they give 
the power of expression and those who can express themselves are 
free. When man can mold his thoughts, his emotions, and his actions 
into faithful expressions of his highest ideals then li berty is 
his, for ignorance is the darkness of Chaos and knowledge is the 
light of Cosmos. 



In spite of the fact that many of us live apparently to gratify the 
desires of the body and as servants of the lower nature, still 
there is within each of us a power which may remain latent for a 
great length of time. This power lives eternities perhaps, and yet 
at some time during our growth there comes a great yearning for 
freedom, when, having discovered that the pleasures of sense 
gratification are eternally elusive and unsatisfying, we make an 
examination of ourselves and begin to realize that there a re 
greater reasons for our being. It is sometimes reason, sometimes 
suffering, sometimes a great desire to be helpful, that brings out 
the first latent powers which show that one long wandering in the 
darkness is about to take the path that leads to Light. Having 
lived life in all its experiences, he has learned to realize that 
all the manifestations of being, all the various experiences 
through which he passes, are steps leading in one direction; that, 
consciously or unconsciously, all souls are being le d to the 
portico of the temple where for the first time they see and realize 
the glory of Divinity. It is then that they understand the age-old 
allegory of the martyred Builder and feel his power within 
themselves crying out from the prison of materiality. Nothing else 
seems worth while; and, regardless of cost, suffering, or the 
taunts of the world, the candidate slowly ascends the steps that 
lead to the temple eternal. The reason that governs Cosmos he does 
not know, the laws which mold his being he do es not realize, but 
he does know that somewhere behind the veil of human ignorance 
there is an eternal light toward which step by step he must labor. 
With his eyes fixed on the heavens above and his hands clasped in 
prayer he passes slowly as a candidate up the steps. In fear and 
trembling, yet with a divine realization of good, he raps on the 
door and awaits in silence the answer from within. 

CHAPTER III 

THE ENTERED APPRENTICE There are three grand steps in the 
unfoldment of the human soul before it completes the dwelling place 
of the spirit. These have been caged respectively youth, manhood, 
and old age; or, as the Mason would say, the Entered Apprentice, 
the Fellow Craft, and the Master Builder. All life passes through 
these three grand stages of human consciousness. They can be 
listed as the man on the outside looking in, the man going in, and 
the man inside. The path of human life is governed as all things 
are by the laws of analogy, and as at birth we start our 
pilgrimmage through youth, manhood, and old age, so the spiritual 
consciousness of man in his cosmic path of unfoldment passes from 
unconsciousness to perfect consciousness in the Grand Lodge of the 
universe. Before the initiation of the Entered Apprentice degree 
can be properly understood and appreciated, certain reguirements 
must be considered, not merely those of the physical world but also 
those of the spiritual world. 

The Mason must realize that his true initiation is a spiritual and 
not a physical ritual, and that his initiation into the living 
temple of the spiritual hierarchy regulating Freemasonry may not 
occur until years after he has taken the physical degree, or 
spiritually he may be a Grand Master before he comes into the 
world. There are probably few instances in the history of 
Freemasonry where the spiritual ordination of the aspiring seeker 



took place at the same time as the physical initiation, because the 
t rue initiation depends upon the cultivation of certain soul 
qualities - an individual and personal matter which is left 
entirely to the volition of the mystic Mason and which he must 
carry out in silence and alone. 

The court of the tabernacle of the ancient Jews was divided into 
three parts: the outer court, the holy place, and the most Holy of 
Holies. These three divisions represent the three grand divisions 
of human consciousness. The degree of Entered Apprentice is 
acquired when the student signifies his intention to take the rough 
ashlar which he cuts from the quarry and prepares for the truing of 
the Fellow Craft. 

In other words, the first degree is really one of preparation; it 
is a material step dealing with material things, for all spiritual 
life must be raised upon a material foundation. 

Seven is the number of the Entered Apprentice as it relates to the 
seven liberal arts and sciences, and these are the powers with 
which the Entered Apprentice must labor before he is worthy to go 
onward into the more elevated and advanced degrees. They are much 
mistaken who believe that they can reach the spiritual planes of 
Nature without first passing through and molding matter into the 
expression of spiritual power; for the first stage in the growth of 
a Master Mason is mastery of the concrete condition s of life and 
the developments of sense centers which will later become channels 
for the expression of spiritual truths. 

All growth is a gradual procedure carried on in an orderly, 
masterly way, as exemplified by the opening and closing of a lodge. 
The universe is divided into planes and these planes are divided 
from each other by the rates of vibration which pass through them. 
As the spiritual consciousness progresses through the chain, the 
lower lose connection with it when it has raised itself above their 
level, until finally only the Grand Masters are capable of 
remaining in session, and unknown even to the Master Mason it 
finally passes back again to the spiritual hierarchy from which it 
came . 

Action is the keynote of the Entered Apprentice lodge. All growth 
is the result of exercise and the intensifying of vibratory rates. 
It is through exercise that the muscles of the human body are 
strengthened; it is through the seven liberal arts and sciences 
that the human mind receives certain impulses which, in turn, 
stimulate internal centers of consciousness. These centers of 
consciousness, through still greater development, will later give 
fuller expression to these inner powers; but the Entered Appr 
entice has for his first duty the awakening of these powers, and, 
like the youth of whom he is a symbol, his ideals and labors must 
be tied closely to concrete things. For him both points of the 
compasses are under the square; for him the reasons which manifest 
through the heart and mind - the two polarities of expression are 
darkened and concealed beneath the square which measures the block 
of bodies. He knows not the reason why; his work is t o follow the 
directions of those whose knowledge is greater th an his own; but 
as the result of the application of energies, through action and 



reaction he slowly builds and evolves the powers of discrimination 
and the strength of character which mark the Fellow Craft degree. 

It is obvious that the rough ashlar symbolizes the body. It also 
represents cosmic root substance which is taken out of the quarry 
of the universe by the first expressions of intelligence and molded 
by them into ever finer and more perfect lines until finally it 
becomes the perfect stone for the Builder's temple. 

How can emotion manifest save through form? How can mind manifest 
until the intricately evolved brain cells of matter have raised 
their organic quality to form the ground-work upon which other 
things may be based? All students of human mature realize that 
every expression of man depends upon organic quality; that in every 
living thing this differs; and that the fineness of this matter is 
the certain indication of growth - mental, physical or spiritual. 

True to the doctrines of his Craft, the Entered Apprentice must 
beautify his temple. He must build within himself by his actions, 
by the power of his hand and the tools of his Craft, certain 
qualities which make possible his initiation into the higher 
degrees of the spiritual lodge. 

We know that the cube block is symbolic of the tomb. It is also 
well known that the Entered Apprentice is incapable of rolling away 
the stone or of transmuting it into a greater or higher thing; but 
it is his privilege to purify and glorify that stone and begin the 
great work of preparing it for the temple of his King. 

Few realize that since the universe is made up of individuals in 
various stages of development, responsibility is consequently 
individual, and everything which man wishes to gain he must himself 
build and maintain. If he is to use his finer bodies for the 
purpose for which they were intended, he must treat them well, that 
they may be good and faithful servants in the great work he is 
preparing for. 

The quarries represent the limitless powers of natural resources. 
They are symbolic of the practically endless field of human 
opportunity; they symbolize the cosmic substances from which man 
must gather the stones for his temple. At this stage in his 
growth, the Entered Apprentice is privileged to gather the stones 
which he wishes to true during his progress through the lodge, for 
at this point he symbolizes the youth who is choosing his life 
work. He represents the human ego who in the dawn of time gath 
ered many blocks and cubes and broken stones from the Great Quarry. 
These rough and broken stones that as yet will not fit into 
anything are the partially evolved powers and senses with which he 
labors. In the first state he must gather these materials, and 
those who have not gathered them can never true them. During the 
involuntary period of human consciousness, the Entered Apprentice 
in the Great Lodge was man, who labored with these rough blocks, 
seeking the tools and the power with which to true them . As he 
evolves down through the ages, he gains the tools and cosmically 
passes on to the degree of Fellow Craft where he trues his ashlar 
in harmony with the plans upon the Master's tracing board. This 
rough, uncut ashlar has three dimensions, representative of the 



three ruffians who at this stage are destroyers of the fourth 
dimensional life concealed within the ugly, ill-shaped stone. 

The lost key of the Entered Apprentice is service. Why, he may not 
ask; when, he does not know. His work is to do, to act, to express 
himself in some way - constructively if possible, but destructively 
rather than not at all. Without action, he loses his great work; 
without tools, which symbolize the body, he cannot act in an 
organized manner. Conseguently, it is necessary to master the arts 
and sciences which place in his hands intelligent tools for the 
expression of energy. Beauty is the keynote to h is ideal. With 
his concrete ideals he must beautify all with which he comes in 
contact, so that the works of his hand may be acceptable in the 
eyes of the Great Architect of the Universe. 

His daily life, in home, business, and society, together with the 
realization of the fundamental unity of each with all, form the 
base upon which the aspiring candidate may raise a greater 
superstructure. In truth he must live the life, the result of 
which is the purification of his body, so that the more attenuated 
forces of the higher degrees may express themselves through the 
finer sensitivity of the receiving pole within himself. When he 
reaches this stage in his growth, he is spiritually worthy to co 
nsider advancement into a higher degree. This advancement is not 
the result of election or ballot, but is an automatic process in 
which, having sensitized his consciousness by his life, he thereby 
attunes himself to the next succeeding plane of expression. All 
initiation is the result of adjustments of the evolving life to the 
physical, emotional, and mental planes of consciousness through 
which it passes. 



We may now consider the spiritual reguirements of one who feels 
that he would mystically correlate himself with that great 
spiritual fraternity which, concealed behind the exoteric rite, 
forms the living power of the Entered Apprentice lodge: 

1. It is essential that the Entered Apprentice should have studied 
sufficiently the subject of anatomy to have at least a general idea 
of the physical body, for the entire degree is based upon the 
mystery of form. The human body is the highest manifestation of 
form which he is capable of analyzing. Conseguently, he must 
devote himself to the study of his own being and its mysteries and 
complexities . 

2. The Entered Apprentice must realize that his body is the living 
temple of the living God and treat it accordingly; for when he 
abuses or mistreats it he breaks the sacred obligations which he 
must assume before he can ever hope to understand the true 
mysteries of the Craft. The breaking of his pact with the higher 
Life evolving within himself unfailingly invokes the retributive 
agencies of Nature. 

3. He must study the problem of the maintenance of bodies through 
food, clothing, breathing, and other necessities, as all of these 
are important steps in the Entered Apprentice lodge. Those who eat 
immoderately, dress improperly, and use only about one-third of 



their lung capacity can never have the physical efficiency 
necessary for the fullest expression of the higher Life. 

4. He must grow physically and in the expression of concrete 
things. Human relationships must be idealized at this time, and he 
must seek to unfold all unselfish gualities which are necessary for 
the harmonious working of the Mason and his fellow men on the 
physical plane of Nature. 

5. He must seek to round off all inegualities . He can best do this 
by balancing his mental and physical organisms through the 
application and study of the seven liberal arts and sciences. 

Until he is relatively master of these principles on the highest 
plane within his own being, he cannot hope spiritually to attract 
to himself, through the gualities of his own character, the 
life-giving ray of the Fellow Craft. When he reaches this point, 
however, he is spiritually ready to hope for membership in a more 
advanced degree . 

The Mason must realize that his innermost motives are the index of 
his real self, and those who allow social position, financial or 
business considerations or selfish and materialistic ideals, to 
lead them into the Masonic Brotherhood have thereby automatically 
separated themselves from the Craft. They can never do any harm to 
Freemasonry by joining because they cannot get in. Ensconced within 
the lodge, they may feel that they have deceived the Grand Master 
of the Universe, but when the spiritual lodge me ets to carry on 
the true work of the Craft, they are disgualified and absent. 
Watch fobs, lapel badges, and other insignia do not make Masons; 
neither does the ritual ordain them. Masons are evolved through 
the self-conscious effort to live up to the highest ideals within 
themselves; their lives are the sole insignia of their rank, 
greater by far than any visible, tangible credential. 

Bearingy this in mind, it is possible for the unselfish, aspiring 
soul to become spiritually and liberally vouched for by the centers 
of consciousness as an Entered Apprentice. It means he has taken 
the first grand step on the path of personal liberation. He is now 
symbolized as the child with the smiling face, for with the 
simplicity of a child he places himself under the protection of his 
great spiritual Father, willing and glad to obey each of His 
commands. Having reached this point and having done th e best it 
was possible for him to do, he is in position to hope that the 
powers that be, moving in their mysterious manner, may find him 
worthy to undertake the second great step in spiritual liberation. 

CHAPTER IV THE FELLOW CRAFT 

Life manifests not only through action on the physical plane, but 
through human emotion and sentiment. This is the type of energy 
taken up by the student when he starts his labors in the Fellow 
Craft. From youth with its smiling face, he passes on to the 
greater responsibilities of manhood. 

On the second step of the temple stands a soldier dressed in 
shining armor, but his sword is sheathed and a book is in his hand. 



He is symbolic of strength, the energy of Mars, and the wonderful 
step in spiritual unfoldment which we know as Fellow Craft. 
Through each one of us course the fiery rays of human emotion, a 
great seething cauldron of power behind each expression of human 
energy. Like spirited horses chafing at the bit, like hounds eager 
for the chase, the emotional powers cannot be held in che ck, but 
break the walls of restraint and pour forth as fiery expressions of 
dynamic energy. This great principle of emotion we know as the 
second murderer of Hiram. Through the perversion of human emotions 
there comes into the world untold sorrow, which through reaction, 
manifests in the mental and physical bodies. 

It is strange how divine powers may become perverted until each 
expression and urge becomes a ruffian and a murderer. The divine 
compassion of the gods manifests in this world of form very 
differently than in the realms of light. Divine compassion is 
emergized by the same influxes as mortal passions and the lusts of 
earth. The spiritual light rays of Cosmos - the Fire Princes of 
the Dawn - which seethe and surge through the unregenerate man, are 
the impulses which he perverts to murder and hate. The cea seless 
power of Chaos, the seething pinwheel spiralds of perpetual motion, 
whose majestic cadences are the music of the spheres, are energized 
by the same great power that man uses to destroy the highest and 
best. The same mystic power that keeps the planets in their orbits 
around the solar body, the same energy that keeps each electron 
spinning and whirling, the same energy that is building the temple 
of God, is now a merciless slave-driver which , unmastered and 
uncurbed, strikes the Compassionate One and sends him reeling 
backward into the darkness of his prison. Man does not listen to 
that little voice which speaks to him in ever loving, ever 
sorrowful tones. This voice speaks of the peace accompanying the 
constructive application of energy which he must chain if he would 
master the powers of creation. How long will it take King Hiram of 
Tyre, the warrior on the second step, symbolic of the Fellow Craft 
of the Cosmic Lodge, to teach mankind the lessons of sel f-mastery? 
The teacher can do it only as he daily depicts the miseries which 
are the resilt of uncurbed appetites. The strength of man was not 
given to be used destructively but that he might build a temple 
worthy to be the dwelling place of the Great Architect of the 
universe. God is glorifying himself through the individualized 
portions of himself, and is slowly teaching these individualized 
portions to understand and glorify the whole. 

The day has come when Fellow Craftsmen must know and apply their 
knowledge. The lost key to their grade is the mastery of emotion, 
which places the energy of the universe at their disposal. Man can 
only expect to be entrusted with great power by proving his ability 
to use it constructively and selflessly. When the Mason learns 
that the key to the warrior on the block is the proper application 
of the dynamo of living power, he has learned the mystery of his 
Craft. The seething energies of Lucifer are in his hands and 
before he may step onward and upward, he must prove his ability to 
properly apply energy. He must follow in the footsteps of his 
forefather, Tubal-Cain, who with the mighty strength of the war god 
hammered his sword into a plowshare. Incessant vigilance over 
thought, action, and desire is indispensable to those who wish to 
make progress in the unfolding of their own being, and the Fellow 



Craft's degree is the degree of transmutation. The hand that slays 
must lift the fallen, while the lips given to cursing must be 
taught to pray. The heart that hates must learn the mystery of 
compassion, as the result of a deeper and more perfect 
understanding of man's relation to his brother. The firm, kind 
hand of spirit must curb the flaming powers of emotion with an iron 
grip. In the realization and application of these principles lies 
the key of the Fellow Craft. 

In this degree, the two points of the compass (one higher than the 
other), symbolize the heart and mind, and with the expression of 
the higher emotions the heart point of the compass is liberated 
from the sguare, which is an instrument used to measure the block 
of matter and therefore symbolizes form. 

A large percentage of the people of the world at the present time 
are passing through, spiritually, the degree of the Fellow Craft, 
with its five senses. The sense perceptions come under the control 
of the emotional energies, therefore the development of the senses 
is necessary to the constructive expression of the Fellow Craft 
power. Man must realize that all the powers which his many years 
of need have earned for him have come in order that through them he 
may liberate more fully the prisoner within his own being. As the 
Fellow Craft degree is the middle of the three, the spiritual duty 
of each member is to reach the point of poise or balance, which is 
always secured between extremes. The mastery of expression is also 
to be found in this degree. The keywords of the Fellow Craft may 
be briefly defined as compassion, poise, and transmutation. 

In the Fellow Craft degree is concealed the dynamo of human life. 
The Fellow Craft is the worker with elemental fire, which it is his 
duty to transmute into spiritual light. The heart is the center of 
his activity and it is while in this degree that the human side of 
the nature with its constructive emotions should be brought out and 
emphasized. But all of these expressions of the human heart must 
become transmuted into the emotionless compassion of the gods, who 
despite the suffering of the moment, gaze down upon mankind and see 
that it is good. 

When the candidate feels that he has reached a point where he is 
able to manifest every energizing current and fire-flame in a 
constructive, balanced manner and has spiritually lifted the heart 
sentiments of the mystic out of the cube of matter, he may then 
expect that the degree of Master Mason is not far off, and so may 
look forward eagerly to the time of his spiritual ordination into 
the higher degree. He should now study himself and realize that he 
cannot receive promotion into the spiritual lodge unti 1 his heart 
is attuned to a superior, spiritual influx from the causal planes 
of consciousness. 

The following reguirements are necessary before the student can 
spiritually say that he is a member of the ancient and accepted 
rite of the Fellow Craft: 

1. The mastery of emotional outbreaks of all kinds, poise under 
trying conditions, kindness in the face of unkindness, and 
simplicity with its accompanying power. These points show that the 



seeker is worthy of being taught by a Fellow Craftsman. 

2. The mastery of the animal energies, the curbing of passion and 
desire, and the control of the lower nature mark the faithful 
attempts on the part of the student to be worthy of the Fellow 
Craft. 

3. The understanding and mastery of the creative forces, the 
consecration of them to the unfolding of the spiritual nature, and 
a proper understanding of their physical application, are necessary 
steps at this stage of the student's growth. 

4. The transmutation of personal affection into impersonal 
compassion shows that the Fellow Craftsman truly understands his 
duties and is living in a manner worthy of his order. 
Personalities cannot bind the true second degree member, for having 
raised one point of the compasses he now realizes that all personal 
manifestations are governed by impersonal principles. 

5. At this point the candidate consecrates the five senses to the 
study of human problems with the unfolding of sense centers as the 
motive; for he realizes that the five senses are keys, the proper 
application of which will give him material for spiritual 
transmutation if he will apply to them the common divisor of 
analogy . 

The Entered Apprentice may be termed a materialistic degree. The 
Fellow Craft is religious and mystical, while the Master Mason is 
occult or philosophical. Each of these is a degree in the 
unfoldment of a connected life and intelligence, revealing in ever 
fuller expression the gradual liberation of the Master from the 
trianglar cell of threefold negation which marks the early stage of 
individualization . 

CHAPTER V THE MASTER MASON 

On the upper steps of spiritual unfoldment stands the Master Mason, 
who spiritually represents the graduate from the school of esoteric 
learning. In the ancient symbols he is represented as an old man 
leaning upon a staff, his long white beard upon his chest, and his 
deep, piercing eyes sheltered by the brows of a philosopher. He is 
in truth old, not in years, but in wisdom and understanding, which 
are the only true measurement of age. Through years and lives of 
labor he has found the staff of life and tr uth upon which he 
leans. He no longer depends upon the words of others but upon the 
still voice that speaks from the heart of his own being. There is 
no more glorious position that a man may hold than that of a Master 
Builder, who has risen by labor through the degrees of human 
consciousness. Time is the differentiation of eternity devised by 
man to measure the passage of human events. On the spiritual 
planes of Nature it is the space or distance between the s tages of 
spiritual growth and hence is not m easurable by material means. 
Many a child comes into this world a Grand Master of the Masonic 
School, while many a revered and honored brother passes silently to 
rest without having gained admittance to its gate. The Master 
Mason is one whose life is full, pressed down and brimming over 
with the experience he has gained in his slow pilgrimage up the 



winding stairs. 

The Master Mason embodies the power of the human mind, that 
connecting link which binds heaven and earth together in an endless 
chain. His spiritual light is greater because he has evolved a 
higher vehicle for its expression. Above even constructive action 
and emotion soars the power of thought which swiftly flies on wings 
to the source of Light. The mind is the highest form of his human 
expression and he passes into the great darkness of the inner room 
illuminated only by the fruits of reason. The glor ious privileges 
of a Master Mason are in keeping with his greater knowledge and 
wisdom. From the student he has blossomed forth as the teacher; 
from the kingdom of those who follow he has joined that little 
group who must always lead the way. For him the Heavens have 
opened and the Great Light has bathed him in its radiance. The 
Prodigal Son, so long a wanderer in the regions of darkness, has 
returned again to his Father's house. The voice speaks from the 
Heavens, its power thrilling the Master until hi s own being seems 
filled with its divinity, saying, "This is my beloved Son, in whom 
I am well pleased." The ancients taught that the sun was not a 
source of light, life, or power, but a medium through which life 
and light were reflected into physical substance. The Master Mason 
is in truth a sun, a great reflector of light, who radiates through 
his organism, purified by ages of preparation, the glorious power 
which is the light of the Lodge. He, in truth, has become the 
spokesman of the Most High. He st ands between the glowing fire 
light and the world. Through him passes Hydra, the great snake, 
and from its month there pours to man the light of God. His symbol 
is the rising sun, for in him the globe of day has indeed risen in 
all its splendor from the darkness of the night, illuminating the 
immortal East with the first promise of approaching day. 

With a sigh the Master lays aside his tools. For him the temple is 
nearing completion, the last stones are being placed, and he slakes 
his lime with a vague regret as he sees dome and minaret rise 
through the power of his handiwork. The true Master does not long 
for rest, and as he sees the days of his labor close, a sadness 
weighs upon his heart. Slowly the brothers of his Craft leave him, 
each going his respective way; and, climbing step by step, the 
Master stands alone on the pinnacle of the temple. One stone must 
yet be placed, but this he cannot find. Somewhere it lies 
concealed. In prayer he kneels, asking the powers that be to aid 
him in his search. The light of the sun shines upon him and bathes 
him in a splendor celestial. Suddenly a voice speaks from the 
Heavens, saying, "The temple is finished and in my faithful Master 
is found the missing stone." 

Both points of the compasses are now lifted from under the sguare. 
The divine is liberated from its cube; heart and mind alike are 
liberated from the symbol of mortality, and as emotion and thought 
they unite for the glorification of the greatest and the highest. 
Then the Sun and Moon are united and the Hermetic Degree is 
consummated . 

The Master Mason is afforded opportunities far beyond the reach of 
ordinary man, but he must not fail to realize that with every 
opportunity comes a cosmic responsibility. It is worse by far to 



know and not to do than never to have known at all. He realizes 
that the choice of avoiding responsibility is no longer his and 
that for him all problems must be met and solved. The only joy in 
the heart of the Master is the joy of seeing the fruits of his 
handiwork. It can be truly said of the Master that throug h 
suffering he has learned to be glad, through weeping he has learned 
to smile, and through dying he has learned to live. The 
purification and probationship of his previous degrees have so 
spiritualized his being that he is in truth a glorious example of 
God's Plan for His children. The greatest sermon he can preach, 
the greatest lesson he can teach, is that of standing forth a 
living proof of the Eternal Plan. The Master Mason is not 
ordained: h e is the natural product of cause and effect, and none 
but those who live the cause can produce the effect. The Master 
Mason, if he be truly a Master, is in communication with the unseen 
powers that move the destinies of life. As the Eldest Brother of 
the lodge, he is the spokesman for the spiritual hierarchies of his 
Craft. He no longer follows the direction of others, but on his 
own tracing board he lays out the plans which his brothers are to 
follow. He realizes this, and so lives that every line and plan 
which he gives out is inspired by the divine with in h imself. His 
glorious opportunity to be a factor in the growth of others comes 
before all else. At the seat of mercy he kneels, a faithful 
servant of the Highest within himself and worthy to be given 
control over the lives of others by having first controlled 
himself . 

Much is said concerning the loss of the Master's Word and how the 
seekers go out to find it but bring back only substitutes. The 
true Master knows that those who go out can never find the secret 
trust. He alone can find it who goes within. The true Master 
Builder has never lost the Word but has cherished it in the 
spiritual locket of his own being. From those who have the eyes to 
see, nothing is concealed; to those who have the right to know, all 
things are open books. The true Word of the three Grand Masters 
has never been concealed from those who have the right to know it 
nor has it ever been revealed to those who have not prepared a 
worthy shrine to contain it. The Master knows, for he is a Temple 
Builder. Within the setting of his own bodies, the Philosopher's 
Stone is placed; for in truth it is the heart of the Phoenix, that 
strange bird which rises with renewed youth from the ashes of its 
burned body. When the Master's heart is as pure and white as the 
diamond that he wears, he will then become a living stone-the crown 
jewel in the diadem of his Craft. 

The Word is found when the Master himself is ordained by the living 
hand of God, cleansed by living water, baptized by living fire, a 
Priest-King after the Order of Melchizedek, who is above the law. 

The geat work of the Master Mason can be called the art of balance. 
To him is given the work of balancing the triangle that it may 
blaze forth with the glory of the Divine Degree. The triple 
energies of thought, desire, and action must be united in a 
harmonious blending of expression. He holds in his hands the 
triple keys; he wears the triple crown of the ancient Magus, for he 
is in truth the King of heaven, earth, and hell. Salt, sulphur, 
and mercury are the elements of his work and with the philosophi 



cal mercury he seeks to blend all powers to the glorifying of one 
end. 

Behind the degree of Master Mason, there is another not known to 
earth. Far above him stretch other steps concealed by the blue 
veil which divides the seen from the unseen. The true Brother 
knows this, therefore he works with an end in view far above the 
concept of mortal mind. He seeks to be worthy to pass behind that 
veil and join that band who, unhonored and unsung, carry the 
responsibilities of human growth. His eyes are fixed forever on 
the Seven Stars which shine down from somewhere above the uppe r 
rung of the ladder. With hope, faith, and charity he climbs the 
steps, and whispering the Master's Word to the Keeper of the Gates, 
passes on behind the veil. It is then, and then only, that a true 
Mason is born. Only behind this veil does the mystic student come 
into his own. The things which we see around us are but 
forms-promises of a thing unnamed, symbols of a truth unknown. It 
is in the spiritual temple built without the voice of wo rkmen or 
the sound of hammer that the true initiation is given, and there, 
robed in the simple lambskin of a purified body, the student 
becomes a Master Mason, chosen out of the world to be an active 
worker in the name of the Great Architect. It is there alone, 
unseen by mortal eyes, that the Greater Degrees are given and there 
the soul radiating the light of Spirit becomes a living; star in 
the blue canopy of the Masonic lodge. 



TRANSMUTATION 

Masonry is eternal truth, personified, idealized, and yet made 
simple. Eternal truth alone can serve it. Virtue is its priest, 
patience its warden, illumination its master. The world cannot know 
this, however, save when Masons in their daily life prove that it 
is so. Its truth is divine, and is not to be desecrated or defamed 
by the thoughtlessness of its keepers. Its temple is a holy place, 
to be entered in reverence. Material thoughts and material 
dissensions must be left without its gate. They may not enter. 
Only the pure of heart, regenerated and transmuted, may pass the 
sanctity of its veil. The schemer has no place in its ranks, nor 
the materialist in its shrine; for Masons walk on hallowed ground, 
sanctified by the veneration of ages. Let the tongue be stilled, 
let the heart be stilled, let the mind be stilled. In reverence 
and in the silence, stillness shall speak: the voice of stillness 
is the voice of the Creator. Show your light and yo ur power to 
men, but before God what have you to offe r, save in humility? Your 
robes, your tinsel, and your jewels mean naught to Him, until your 
own body and soul, gleaming with the radiance of perfection, become 
the living ornaments of your Lodge. 

THE PRESENCE OF THE MASTER 

The Mason believes in the Great Architect, the living keystone of 
creation's plan, the Master of all Lodges, without whose spirit 
there is no work. Let him never forget that the Master is near. 
Day and night let him feet the presence of the Supreme or 
Overshadowing One. The All-Seeing Eye is upon him. Day and night 
this great Orb measures his depths, seeing into his innermost soul 



of souls, judging his life, reading his thoughts, measuring his 
aspirations, and rewarding his sincerity. To this All-Seein g One 
he is accountable; to none other must he account. This Spirit 
passes with him out of the Lodge and measures the Mason in the 
world. This Spirit is with him when he buys and sells. It is with 
him in his home. By the light of day and by the darkness of night 
it judges him. It hears each thoughtless word. It is the silent 
witness to every transaction of life, the silent Partner of every 
man. By the jury of his acts, each man is judged. Let e very Mason 
know that his obligations include not only those w ithin the narrow 
Lodge, bordered by walls of stone and brick, but those in the Great 
Lodge, walled only by the dome of heaven. The Valley of 
Jehoshaphat waits for him who is false to any creature, as surely 
as it waited for the breakers of the Cosmic oath. 

CHAPTER VI 

THE QUALIFICATIONS OF A TRUE MASON 

Every true Mason has come into the realization that there is but 
one Lodge - that is, the Universe - and but one Brotherhood, 
composed of everything that moves or exists in any of the planes of 
Nature. He realizes that the Temple of Solomon is really the 
Temple of the Solar Man -Sol-Om-On - the King of the Universe 
manifesting through his three primordial builders. He realizes 
that his vow of brotherhood and fraternity is universal, and that 
mineral, plant, animal, and man are all included in the true Mas 
onic Craft. His duty as an elder brother to all the kingdoms of 
Nature beneath him is well understood by the true Craftsman, who 
would rather die than fail in this, his great obligation. He has 
dedicated his life upon the altar of his God and is willing and 
glad to serve the lesser through the powers he has gained from the 
greater. The mystic Mason, in building the eyes that see behind the 
apparent ritual, recognizes the oneness of life manif esting 
through the diversity of form. 

The true disciple of ancient Masonry has given up forever the 
worship of personalities. With his greater insight, he realizes 
that all forms and their position in material affairs are of no 
importance to him compared to the life which is evolving within. 
Those who allow appearances or worldly expressions to deter them 
from their self-appointed tasks are failures in Masonry, for 
Masonry is an abstract science of spiritual unfoldment. Material 
prosperity is not the measure of soul growth. The true Mason r 
ealizes that behind these diverse forms there is one connected Life 
Principle, the spark of God in all living things. It is this Life 
which he considers when measuring the worth of a brother. It is to 
this Life that he appeals for a recognition of spiritual Unity. He 
realizes that it is the discovery of this spark of Unity which 
makes him a conscious member of the Cosmic Lodge. Most of all, he 
must learn to understand that this divine spark shines out as 
brightly from the body of a foe as it does from t he dearest 
friend. The true Mason has learned to be divinely impersonal in 
thought, action, and desire. 

The true Mason is not creed-bound. He realizes with the divine 
illumination of his lodge that as Mason his religion must be 



universal: Christ, Buddha or Mohammed, the name means little, for 
he recognizes only the light and not the bearer. He worships at 
every shrine, bows before every altar, whether in temple, mosgue or 
cathedral, realizing with his truer understanding the oneness of 
all spiritual truth. All true Masons know that they only are 
heathen who, having great ideals, do not live up to them. Th ey 
know that all religions are but one story told in divers ways for 
peoples whose ideals differ but whose great purpose is in harmony 
with Masonic ideals. North, east, south and west stretch the 
diversities of human thought, and while the ideals of man 
apparently differ, when all is said and the crystallization of form 
with its false concepts is swept away, one basic truth remains: all 
existing things are Temple Builders, laboring for a single end. No 
true Mason can be narrow, for his Lodge is the divine expression of 
all broadness. There is no place for little minds in a great work. 

The true Mason must develop the powers of observation. He must 
seek eternally in all the manifestations of Nature for the things 
which he has lost because he failed to work for them. He must 
become a student of human nature and see in those around him the 
unfolding and varying expressions of one connected spiritual 
Intelligence. The great spiritual ritual of his lodge is enacted 
before him in every action of his fellow man. The entire Masonic 
initiation is an open secret, for anyone can see it played ou t on 
the city street corners as well as in the untracked wilderness. 
The Mason has sworn that every day he will extract from life its 
message for him and build it into the temple of his God. He seeks 
to learn the things which will make him of greater service in the 
Divine Plan, a better instrument in the hands of the Great 
Architect, who is laboring eternally to unfold life through the 
medium of living things. The Mason realizes, moreover, tha t his 
vows, taken of his own free will and accord, give him th e divine 
opportunity of being a living tool in the hands of a Master 
Workman . 

The true Master Mason enters his lodge with one thought uppermost 
in his mind: "How can I, as an individual, be of greater use in the 
Universal Plan? What can I do to be worthy to comprehend the 
mysteries which are unfolded here? How can I build the eyes to see 
the things which are concealed from those who lack spiritual 
understanding?" The true Mason is supremely unselfish in every 
expression and application of the powers that have been entrusted 
to him. No true Brother seeks anything for himself, but uns 
elfishly labors for the good of all. No person who assumes a 
spiritual obligation for what he can get out of it is worthy of 
applying for the position even of water-carrier. The true Light 
can come only to those who, asking nothing, gladly give all to it. 

The true brother of the Craft, while constantly striving to improve 
himself, mentally, physically, and spiritually through the days of 
his life, never makes his own desires the goal for his works. He 
has a duty and that duty is to fit into the plans of another. He 
must be ready at any hour of the day or night to drop his own 
ideals at the call of the Builder. The work must be done and he 
has dedicated his life to the service of those who know the bonds 
of neither time nor space. He must be ready at any moment's notice 
and his life should be turned into preparing himself for that call 



which may come when he least expects it. The Master Mason knows 
that those most useful to the Plan are those who have gained the 
most from the practical experiences of life. It is not what goes 
on within the tiled lodge which is the basis of his greatness, but 
rather the way in which he meets the problems of daily life. The 
true Masonic student is known by his brotherly a ctions and common 
sense . 

Every Mason knows that a broken vow brings with it a terrible 
penalty. Let him also realize that failure to live mentally, 
spiritually, and morally up to one's highest ideals constitutes the 
greatest of all broken oaths. When a Mason swears that he will 
devote his life to the building of his Father's house and then 
defiles his living temple through the perversion of mental power, 
emotional force, and active energy, he is breaking a vow which 
imposes not hours but ages of misery. If he is worthy to be a M 
ason, he must be great enough to restrain the lower side of his own 
nature which is daily murdering his Grand Master. He must realize 
that a misdirected life is a broken vow and that daily service, 
purification, and the constructive application of energy is a 
living invocation which builds within and draws to him the power of 
the Creator. His life is the only prayer acceptable in the eyes of 
the Most High. An impure life is a broken trust; a destructive 
action is a living curse; a narrow mind is a Strang le-cord around 
the throat of God. 

All true Masons know that their work is not secret, but they 
realize that it must remain unknown to all who do not live the true 
Masonic life. Yet if the so-called secrets of Freemasonry were 
shouted from the housetops, the Fraternity would be absolutely 
safe; for certain spiritual qualities are necessary before the real 
Masonic secrets can be understood by the brethren themselves. Hence 
it is that the alleged "exposures" of Freemasonry, printed by the 
thousands and tens of thousands since 1730 down to the present 
hour, cannot injure the Fraternity. They reveal merely the outward 
forms and ceremonies of Freemasonry. Only those who have been 
weighed in the balance and found to be true, upright, and square 
have prepared themselves by their own growth to appreciate the 
inner meanings of their Craft. To the rest of their brethren 
within or without the lodge their sacred rituals must remain, as 
Shakespeare might have said, "Words, words, words." Within the 
Mason's own being is concealed the Power, which, blazi ng forth 
from his purified being, constitutes the Builder's Word. His life 
is the sole password which admits him to the true Masonic Lodge. 
His spiritual urge is the sprig of acacia which, through the 
darkness of ignorance, still proves that the spiritual fire is 
alight. Within himself he must build those qualities which will 
make possible his true understanding of the Craft. He can show the 
world only forms which mean nothing; the life within is fo rever 
concealed until the eye of Spirit reveals it. 

The Master Mason realizes charity to be one of the greatest traits 
which the Elder Brothers have unfolded, which means not only 
properly regulated charity of the purse but charity in thought and 
action. He realizes that all the workmen are not on the same step, 
but wherever each may be, he is doing the best he can according to 
his light. Each is laboring with the tools that he has, and he, as 



a Master Mason, does not spend his time in criticizing but in 
helping them to improve their tools. Instead of bla ming poor 
tools, let us always blame ourselves for having them. The Master 
Mason does not find fault; he does not criticize nor does he 
complain, but with malice towards none and charity towards all he 
seeks to be worthy of his Father's trust. In silence he labors, 
with compassion he suffers, and if the builders strike him as he 
seeks to work with them, his last word will be a prayer for them. 
The greater the Mason, the more advanced in his Craft, the more 
fatherly he grows, the walls of his Lodge broade ning out until all 
living things are sheltered and guarded within the blue folds of 
his cape. From laboring with the few he seeks to assist all, 
realizing with his broader understanding the weaknesses of others 
but the strength of right . 

A Mason is not proud of his position. He is not puffed up by his 
honor, but with a sinking heart is eternally ashamed of his own 
place, realizing that it is far below the standard of his Craft. 
The farther he goes, the more he realizes that he is standing on 
slippery places and if he allows himself for one moment to lose his 
simplicity and humility, a fall is inevitable. A true Mason never 
feels himself worthy of his Craft. A student may stand on the top 
of Fool's Mountain self-satisfied in his position , but the true 
Brother is always noted for his simplicity. 

A Mason cannot be ordained or elected by ballot. He is evolved 
through ages of self-purification and spiritual transmutation. 
There are thousands of Masons who are brethren in name only, for 
their failure to exemplify the ideals of their Craft makes them 
unresponsive to the teachings and purpose of Freemasonry. The 
Masonic life forms the first key of the Temple and without this 
key, none of the doors can be opened. When this fact is better 
realized and lived. Freemasonry will awake, and speak the Word s o 
long withheld. The speculative Craft will then become operative, 
and the Ancient Wisdom so long concealed will rise from the ruins 
of its temple as the greatest spiritual truth yet revealed to man. 

The true Master Mason recognizes the value of seeking for truth 
wherever he can find it. It makes no difference if it be in the 
enemy's camp; if it be truth, he will go there gladly to secure it. 
The Masonic Lodge is universal; therefore all true Masons will seek 
through the extremities of creation for their Light. The true 
brother of the Craft knows and applies one great paradox. He must 
search for the high things in lowly places and find the lowly 
things in high places. The Mason who feels holier than his fellow 
man has raised a barrier around himself through which no light can 
pass, for the one who in truth is the greatest is the servant of 
all. Many brethren make a great mistake in building a wall around 
their secrets, for they succeed only in shutting out their own 
light. Their divine opportunity is at hand. The time has come when 
the world needs the Ancient Wisdom as never before. Let the Mason 
stand forth and by living the doctrines which he preaches show to 
his brother man the glory of his work. He holds the keys to truth; 
let him unlock the door, and with his life and not his words preach 
the doctrine which he has so long professed. 

The Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of Man were united in the 



completion of the Eternal Temple, the Great Work, for which all 
things came into being and through which all shall glorify their 
Creator . 

MASONS, AWAKE! 

Your creed and your Craft demand the best that is in you. They 
demand the sanctifying of your life, the regeneration of your body, 
the purification of your soul, and the ordination of your spirit. 
Yours is the glorious opportunity; yours is the divine 
responsibility. Accept your task and follow in the footsteps of 
the Master Masons of the past, who with the flaming spirit of the 
Craft have illumined the world. You have a great privilege - the 
privilege of illumined labor. You may know the ends to which you 
work, while others must struggle in darkness. Your labors are not 
to be confined to the tiled Lodge alone, for a Mason must radiate 
the gualities of his Craft. Its light must shine in his home and 
in his business, glorifying his association with his fellow men. 
In the Lodge and out of the Lodge, the Mason must represent the 
highest fruitage of sincere endeavor. 

EPILOGUE THE PRIEST OF RA 

What words are there in modern language to describe the great 
temple of Ammon Ra? It now stands amidst the sands of Egypt a pile 
of broken ruins, but in the heyday of its glory it rose a forest of 
plumed pillars holding up roofs of solid sandstone, carved by hands 
long laid to rest into friezes of lotus blossoms and papyrus and 
colored lifelike by pigments the secrets of which were lost with 
the civilization that discovered them. 

A checkerboard floor of black and white blocks stretched out until 
it was lost among the wilderness of pillars. From the massive 
walls the impassive faces of gods unnamed looked down upon the 
silent files of priests who kept alight the altar fires, whose 
feeble glow alone alighted the massive chambeors throughout the 
darkness of an Egyptian night. It was a weird, impressive scene, 
and the flickering lights sent strange, ghostly forms scurrying 
among the piles of granite which rose like mighty altars from the 
darkness below to be lost in the shadows above. 

Suddenly a figure emerged from the shadows, carrying in his hand a 
small oil lamp which pierced the darkness like some distant star, 
bringing into strange relief the figure of him who bore it. He 
appeared to be old, for his long beard and braided hair were guite 
gray, but his large black eyes shone with a fire seldom seen even 
in youth. He was robed from head to foot in blue and gold, and 
around his forehead was coiled a snake of precious metal, set with 
jewelled eyes that gave out flashes of light. Neve r had the light 
of Ra ' s chamber shone on a grander head or a form more powerful 
than that of the high priest of the temple. He was the mouthpiece 
of the gods and the sacred wisdom of ancient Egypt was impressed in 
fiery letters upon his soul. As he crossed the great room - in one 
hand the sceptre of the priestcraft, in the other the tiny lamp - 
he was more like a spirit visitor from beyond the environs of death 
than a physical being, for his jewelled san dais made no sound and 
the sheen from his robes form ed a halo of light around his stately 



form. 

Down through the silent passageways, lined with their massive 
pillars, passed the phantom figure - down steps lined with kneeling 
sphinxes and through avenues of crouching lions the priest picked 
his way until at last he reached a vaulted chamber whose marble 
floor bore strange designs traced in some language long forgotten. 
Each angle of the many-sided and dimly-lighted room was filled by a 
seated figure carved in stone, so massive that its head and 
shoulders were lost in shadows no eye could pierce. 

In the center of this mystic chamber stood a great chest of some 
black stone carved with serpents and strange winged dragons. The 
lid was a solid slab, weighing hundreds of pounds, without handle 
of any kind and the chest apparently had no means of being opened 
without the aid of some herculean power. 

The high priest leaned over and from the lamp he carried lighted 
the fire upon an altar that stood near, sending the shadows of that 
weird chamber scurrying into the most distant corners. As the 
flame rose, it was reflected from the great stone faces above, 
which seemed to stare at the black coffer in the center of the room 
with their strange, sightless eyes. 

Raising his serpent-wound staff and facing the chest of sombre 
marble, the priest called out in a voice that echoed and re-echoed 
from every nook and cranny of the ancient temple: 

"Aradamas, come forth!" 

Then a strange thing happened. The heavy slab that formed the 
cover of the great coffer slowly raised as though lifted by unseen 
hands and there emerged from its dark recesses a slim, white-clad 
figure with his forearms crossed on his breast-the figure of a man 
perhaps thirty years old, his long, black hair hanging down upon 
his white-robed shoulders in strange contrast to the seamless 
garment that he wore. His face, devoid of emotion, was as handsome 
and serene as the great face of Ammon Ra himself that gazed down 
upon the scene. Silently Aradamas stepped from the ancient tomb 
and advanced slowly toward the high priest. When about ten paces 
from the earthly representative of the gods, he paused, unfolded 
his arms, and extended them across his chest in salutation. In one 
hand he carried a cross with a ring as the upper arm and this he 
proffered to the priest. Aradamas stood in silence as the high 
priest, raising his sceptre to one of the great stone figures, 
addressed an invocation to the Sun-God of the universe. This 
finished, he then addressed the youthful figure as follows: 

"Aradamas, you seek to know the mystery of creation, you ask that 
the divine illumination of the Thrice-Greatest and the wisdom that 
for ages has been the one gift the gods would shower upon mankind, 
be entrusted to you. Little you understand of the thing you ask, 
but those who know have said that he who proves worthy may receive 
the truth. Therefore, stand you here today to prove your divine 
birthright to the teaching that you ask." 

The priest pronounced these words slowly and solemnly and then 



pointed with his sceptre to a great dim archway surmounted by a 
winged globe of gleaming gold. 

"Before thee, up those steps and through those passageways, lies 
the path that leads to the eye of judgment and the feet of Ammon 
Ra . Go, and if thy heart be pure, as pure as the garment that thou 
wearest, and if thy motive be unselfish, thy feet shall not stumble 
and thy being shall be filled with light. But remember that Typhon 
and his hosts of death lurk in every shadow and that death is the 
result of failure." 

Aradamas turned and again folded his arms over his breast in the 
sign of the cross. As he walked slowly through the somber arch, the 
shadows of the great Unknown closed over him who had dedicated his 
life to the search for the Eternal. The priest watched him until 
he was lost to sight among the massive pillars beyond the shent 
span that divided the living from the dead. Then slowly falling on 
his knees before the gigantic statue of Ra and raising his eyes to 
the shadows that through the long night conceal ed the face of the 
Sun-God, he prayed that the youth might pass from the darkness of 
the temple pillars to the light he sought. 



It seemed that for a second a glow played around the face of the 
enormous statue and a strange hush of peace filled the ancient 
temple. The high priest sensed this, for rising, he relighted his 
lamp and walked slowly away. His beacon of light shone fainter and 
fainter in the distance, and finally was lost to view among the 
papyrus blooms of the temple pillars. All that remained were the 
dying flames on the altar, which sent strange flickering glows over 
the great stone coffer and the twelve judges of the Egyptian dead. 

In the meantime, Aradamas, his hands still crossed on his breast, 
walked slowly onward and upward until the last ray from the burning 
altar fire was lost to view among the shadows far behind. Through 
years of purification he had prepared himself for the great ordeal, 
and with a purified body and a balanced mind, he wended his way in 
and out amoung the pillars that loomed about him. As he walked 
along, there seemed to radiate from his being a faint golden glow 
which illuminated the pillars as he passed the m. He seemed a 
ghostly form amid a grove of ancient trees. 

Suddenly the pillars widened out to form another vaulted room, 
dimly lit by a reddish haze. As Aradamas proceeded, there appeared 
around him swirling wisps of this scarlet light. First they 
appeared as swiftly moving clouds, but slowly they took form, and 
strange misty figures in flowing draperies hovered in the air and 
held out long swaying arms to stay his progress. Wraiths of ruddy 
mist hovered about him and whispered soft words into his ears, 
while weird music, like the voice of the storm and the cri es of 
night birds, resounded through the lofty halls. Still Aradamas 
walked on calm and masterful, his fine, spiritual face outlined by 
his raven locks in strange contrast to the sinuous forms that 
gathered around and tried to lure him from his purpose. Unmindful 
of strange forms that beckoned from ghostly archways and the 
pleading of soft voices, he passed steadily on his way with but one 
thought in his mind: 



"Fiat Lux!" (Let there be light.) 

The ghastly music grew louder and louder, terminating at last in a 
mighty roar. The very walls shook; the dancing forms swayed like 
flickering candle shadows and, still pleading and beckoning, 
vanished among the pillars of the temple. 

As the temple walls tottered, Aradamas paused; then with slow 
measured step he resumed his search for some ray of light, finding 
always darkness deeper than before. Suddenly before him loomed 
another doorway, flanked on either side by an obelisk of carved 
marble, one black and the other white. Through the doorway glowed 
a dim light, concealed by a gossamer veil of blue silk. 

As Aradamas slowly climbed the flight of steps leading to the 
doorway, there materialized upon the ground at his feet a swirl of 
lurid mist. In the faint glow that it cast, it twisted like some 
oily gas, filling the entire chamber with a loathsome miasma. Then 
out of this cloud issued a gigantic form - half human, half 
reptile. In its bloodshot eyes burned ruddy pods of demon fire, 
while great claw-like hands reached out to enfold and crush the 
slender figure that confronted it. Aradamas wavered for a s ingle 
instant as the horrible apparition lunged forward, its size doubly 
magnified in the iridescent fog. Then the white-robed neophyte 
again slowly advanced, his arms still crossed on his breast. He 
raised his fine face, illumined by a divine light, and courageously 
faced the hideous specter. As he confronted the menacing form, for 
an instant it loomed over him like a towering demon. Suddenly 
Aradamas raised the cross he carried and held it u p before the 
monster. As he did so, the Crux Ansata gleamed with a wondrous 
golden light, which, striking the oily, scaly monster, seemed to 
dissolve its every particle into golden sparks. As the last of the 
demon guardians vanished before the rays of the cross, a bolt of 
lightning flashed through the ancient hallways and, striking the 
veil that hung between the obelisks, rent it down the center and 
disclosed a vaulted chamber with a circular dome, dimly lighted by 
invisible lamps. 

Bearing his now flaming cross, Aradamas entered the room and 
instinctively gazed upward to the lofty dome. There, floating in 
space, far above his head, he saw a great closed eye surrounded by 
fleecy clouds and rainbow colors. Long Aradamas gazed upon the 
wonderful sight, for he knew that it was the Eye of Horus, the 
All-Seeing Eye of the gods. 

As he stood there, he prayed that the will of the gods might be 
made known unto him and that in some way he might be found worthy 
to open that closed eye in the temple of the living God. 

As he stood there gazing upward, the eyelid flickered. As the 
great orb slowly opened, the chamber was filled with a dazzling, 
blinding light that seemed to consume the very stones with fire. 
Aradamas staggered. It seemed as if every atom of his being was 
scorched by the effulgence of that glow. He instinctively closed 
his eyes and now he feared to open them, for in that terrific blaze 
of splendor it seemed that only blindness would follow his action. 



Little by little, a strange feeling of peace and ca Im descended 
upon him and at length he dared to open his eyes to find that the 
glare was gone, the entire chamber was bathed in a soft, wondrous 
glow from the mighty Eye in the ceiling. The white robe he had 
worn had also given place to one of living fire which blazed as 
though with the reflection of thousands of lesser eyes from the 
divine orb above. As his eyes became accustomed to the glow, he 
saw that he was no longer alone. He was surrounded by twe Ive 
white-robed figures who, bowing before him, held up strange 
insignia wrought from living gold. 

As Aradamas looked, all the figures pointed, and as he followed the 
direction of their hands, he saw a staircase of living light that 
led far up into the dome and passed the Eye in the ceiling. 

With one voice, the twelve said: "Yonder lies the way of 
liberation . " 

Without a moment's hesitation, Aradamas mounted the staircase, and 
with feet that seemed to barely touch the steps, climbed upward 
into the dawn of a great unknown. At last, after climbing many 
steps, he reached a doorway that opened as he neared it. The 
breath of morning air fanned his cheek and a golden ray of sunshine 
played among the waves of his dark hair. He stood on the top of a 
mighty pyramid, before him a blazing altar. In the distance, far 
over the horizon, the rolling sands of the Egyptian de sert 
reflected the first rays of the morning sun which, like a globe of 
golden fire, rose again out of the eternal East. As Aradamus stood 
there, a voice that seemed to issue from the very heavens chanted a 
strange song, and a hand, reaching out as it were from the globe of 
day itself, placed a serpent wrought of gyld upon the brow of the 
new initiate . 

"Behold Khepera, the rising sun! For as he brings the mighty globe 
of day out of the darkness of night, between his claws, so for thee 
the Sun of Spirit has risen from the darkness of night and in the 
name of the living God, we hail thee Priest of Ra . " 

SO MOTE IT BE 

ADDENDA THE ROBE OF BLUE AND GOLD 

Hidden in the depths of the unknown, three silent beings weave the 
endless thread of human fate. They are called the Sisters, known 
to mythology as the Norns or Fates who incessantly twist between 
their fingers a tiny cord, which one day is to be woven into a 
living garment - the coronation robe of the priest-king. 

To the mystics and philosophers of the world this garment is known 
under many names. To some it is the simple yellow robe of 
Buddahood. By the ancient Jews it was symbolized as the robe of 
the high priest, the Garment of Glory unto the Lord. To the 
Masonic brethren, it is the robe of Blue and Gold - the Star of 
Bethlehem - the Wedding Garment of the Spirit . 

Three Fates weave the threads of this living garment, and man 
himself is the creator of his Fates. The triple thread of thought. 



action, and desire binds him when he enters the sacred place or 
seeks admittance into the tiled lodge, but later this same cord is 
woven into a splendid garment whose purified folds clothe the 
sacred spark of his being. 

We all like to be well dressed. Robes of velvet and ermine stand 
for symbols of rank and glory; but too many ermine capes have 
covered empty hearts, too many crowns have rested on the brows of 
tyrants. These are symbols of earthly things and in the world of 
matter are too often misplaced. The true coronation robe - the 
garment molded after the pattern of heaven, the robe of glory of 
the Master Mason - is not of the earth; for it tells of his 
spiritual growth, his deeper understanding, and his consecrated 
life. The garments of the high priest of the tabernacle were but 
symbols of his own body, which, purified and transfigured, 
glorified the life within. The notes of the tiny silver bells that 
tinkled with never-ending music from the fringe of his vestments 
told of a life harmonious, while the breastplate which rested amid 
the folds of the ephod reflected the gleams of heavenly truth from 
the facets of its gems. 

There is another garment without a seam which we are told was often 
worn by the ancient brethren in the days of the Essenes, when the 
monastery of the lowly Nazarenes rose in silent grandeur from the 
steep sides of Mt . Tabor, to be reflected in the inscrutable waters 
of the Dead Sea. This one-piece garment is the spiral thread of 
human life which, when purified by right motive and right living, 
becomes a tiny thread of golden light, eternally weaving the 
purified garment of regenerated bodies. Like the wh ite of the 
lambskin apron, it stands for the simple, the pure, and the 
harmless. These are the requirements of the Master Mason, who must 
renounce forever this world's pomp and vanity and seek to weave 
that simple one-piece robe of the soul which marks the Master, 
consecrated and consummated. 

With the eye of the mind we still can see the lowly Nazarene in his 
spotless robe of white - a garment no king's ransom could buy. 
This robe is woven out of the actions of our daily lives, each deed 
weaving into the endless pattern a thread, black or white, 
according to the motives which inspired our actions. As the Master 
Mason labors in accordance with his vows, he slowly weaves this 
spotless robe out of the transmuted energy of his efforts. It is 
this white robe which must be worn under the vestments of state, 
and whose spotless surface sanctifies him for the robes of glory, 
which can be worn only over the stainless, seamless garment of his 
purified life. 

When this moment arrives and the candidate has completed his task - 
when he comes purified and regenerated to the altar of wisdom, he 
is truly baptized of the fire and its flame blazes up within 
himself. From him pour forth streams of light, and a great aura of 
multicolored fire bathes him with its radiance. The sacred flame 
of the gods has found its resting place in him, and through him 
renews its covenant with man. He is then truly a Freemason, a 
child of light. This wonderful garment, of which all ea rthly 
robes are but symbols, is built of the highest qualities of human 
nature, the noblest of ideals, and the purest of aspirations. Its 



coming is made possible only through the purification of body and 
unselfish service to others in the name of the Creator. 

When the Mason has built all these powers into himself, there 
radiates from him a wonderful body of living fire, like that which 
surrounded the Master Jesus, at the moment of His transfiguration. 
This is the Robe of Glory, the garment of Blue and Gold which, 
shining forth as a five-pointed star of light, heralds the birth of 
the Christ within. Man is then indeed a son of God, pouring forth 
from the depths of his own being the light rays which are the life 
of man. 

Striking hearts that have long been cold, this spiritual ray raises 
them from the dead. It is the living light which illuminates those 
still buried in the darkness of materiality. It is the power which 
raises by the strong grip of the lion's paw. It is the Great Light 
which, seeking forever the spark of itself within all living 
things, reawakens dead ideals and smothered aspirations with the 
power of the Master's Eternal Word. Then the Master Mason becomes 
indeed the Sun in Leo; and, reaching downward i nto the tomb of 
crystallization, raises the murdered Builder from the dead by the 
grip of the Master Mason. 

As the sun awakens the seedlings in the ground, so this Son of Man, 
glowing with the light divine, radiates from his own purified being 
the mystic shafts of redeeming light which awaken the seeds of hope 
and truth and a nobler life. Discouragement and suffering too 
often brings down the temple, burying under its debris the true 
reason for being and the higher motives for living. 

As the glorious robe of the sun - the symbol of all life - bathes 
and warms creation with its glow, this same robe, enfolding all 
things, warms them and preserves them with its light and life. Man 
is a god in the making, and as in the mystic myths of Egypt, on the 
potter's wheel he is being molded. When his light shines out to 
lift and preserve all things, he receives the triple crown of 
godhood, and joins that throng of Master Masons who, in their robes 
of Blue and Gold, are seeking to dispel the darknes s of night with 
the triple light of the Masonic Lodge. 

Ceaselessly the Norns spin the thread of human fate. Age in and 
age out, upon the looms of destiny are woven the living garments of 
God. Some are rich in glorious colors and wondrous fabrics, while 
others are broken and frayed before they leave the loom. All, 
however, are woven by these three Sisters - thought, action, and 
desire - with which the ignorant build walls of mud and bricks of 
slime between themselves and truth; while the pure of heart weave 
from these radiant threads garments of celestial bea uty. 

Do what we will, we cannot stop those nimble fingers which twist 
the threads, but we may change the guality of the thread they use. 
We should give these three eternal weavers only the noble and the 
true; then the work of their hands will be perfect. The thread 
they twist may be red with the blood of others, or dark with the 
uncertainties of life; but if we resolve to be true, we may restore 
its purity and weave from it the seamless garment of a perfect 
life. This is man's most acceptable gift upon the al tar of the 



Most High, his supreme sacrifice to the Creator. 



FRIENDSHIP 

What nobler relationship than that of friend? What nobler 
compliment can man bestow than friendship? The bonds and ties of 
the life we know break easily, but through eternity one bond 
remains - the bond of fellowship - the fellowship of atoms, of star 
dust in its endless flight, of suns and worlds, of gods and men. 
The clasped hands of comradeship unite in a bond eternal - the 
fellowship of spirit. Who is more desolate than the friendless 
one? Who is more honored than one whose virtues have given him a fr 
lend? To have a friend is good, but to be a friend is better. The 
noblest title ever given man, the highest title bestowed by the 
gods, was when the great Jove gazed down upon Prometheus and said, 
"Behold, a friend of man!" Who serves man, serves God. This is the 
symbol of the fellowship of your Craft, for the plan of God is 
upheld by the clasped hands of friends. The bonds of relationship 
must pass, but the friend remains. Serve God by being a friend, - 
a friend of the soul of man, serving his needs, li ghting his 
steps, smoothing his way. Let the world of its own accord say of 
the Mason, "Behold the friend of all." Let the world say of the 
Lodge, "This is indeed a fraternity of brothers, comrades in spirit 
and in truth . " 

THE EMERALD TABLET OF HERMES (TABULA SMARAGDINA) 

The Emerald Tablet of Hermes, illustrated on the opposite page, 
introduces us to Hiram, the hero of the Masonic legend. The name 
Hiram is taken from the Chaldean Chiram. The first two words in 
large print mean the secret work. The second line in large 
letters — (CHIRAM TELAT MECHASOT - means Chiram, the Universal 
Agent, one in Essence, but three in aspect. Translated, the body 
of the Tablet reads as follows: 

It is true and no lie, certain, and to be depended upon, that the 
superior agrees with the inferior, and the inferior with the 
superior, to effect that one truly wonderful work. As all things 
owe their existence to the will of the Only One, so all things owe 
their origin to One Only Thing, the most hidden, by the arrangement 
of the Only God. The father of that One Only Thing is the Suit; 
its mother is the Moon; the wind carries it in its wings; but its 
nurse is a Spirituous Earth. That One Only Thing (af ter God) is 
the father of all things in the universe. Its power is perfect, 
after it has been united to a spirituous earth. Separate that 
spirituous earth from the dense or crude earth by means of a gentle 
heat, with much attention. In great measure it ascends from the 
earth up to heaven, and descends again, new born, on the earth, and 
the superior and inferior are increased in power. * * * By this 
thou wilt partake of the honors of the whole world an d darkness 
will fly from thee. This is the strength o f all powers; with this 
thou wilt be able to overcome all things and to transmute all that 
is fine and all that is coarse. In this manner the world was 
created, but the arrangements to follow this road are hidden. For 
this reason I am called CHIRAM TELAT MECHASOT, one in Essence, but 
three in aspect. In this Trinity is hidden the wisdom of the whole 



world. It is ended now, what I have said concerning the effects of 
the Sun. 

FINISH OF THE TABULA SMARAGDINA 

In a rare, unpublished old manuscript dealing with early Masonic 
and Hermetic mysteries, we find the following information 
concerning the mysterious Universal Agent referred to as "Chiram" 
(Hiram) : 

The sense of this Emerald Tablet can sufficiently convince us that 
the author was well acguainted with the secret operations of Nature 
and with the secret work of the philosophers (alchemists and 
Hermetists) . He likewise well knew and believed in the true God. 

It has been believed for several ages that Cham, one of the sons of 
Noah, is the author of this monument of antiguity. A very ancient 
author, whose name is not known, who lived several centuries before 
Christ, mentions this tablet, and says that he had seen it in 
Egypt, at the court; that it was a precious stone, an emerald, 
whereon these characters were represented in bas-relief, not 
engraved . 

He states that it was in his time esteemed over two thousand years 
old, and that the matter of this emerald had once been in a fluidic 
state like melted glass, and had been cast in a mold, and that to 
this flux the artist had given the hardness of a natural and 
genuine emerald, by (alchemical) art. 

The Canaanites were called the Phoenicians by the Greeks, who have 
told us that they had Hermes for one of their kings. There is a 
definite relation between Chiram and Hermes. 

Chiram is a word composed of three words, denoting the Universal 
Spirit, the essence whereof the whole creation does consist, and 
the object of Chaldean, Egyptian, and genuine natural philosophy, 
according to its inner principles or properties. The three Hebrew 
words Chamah, Rusch, and Majim, mean respectively Fire, Air, and 
Water, while their initial consonants, Ch, R, M, give us Chiram, 
that invisible essence which is the father of earth, fire, air and 
water; because, although immaterial in its own invis ible nature as 
the unmoved and electrical fire, when moved it becomes light and 
visible; and when collected and agitated, becomes heat and visible 
and tangible fire; and when associated with humidity it becomes 
material. The word Chiram has been metamorphosed into Hermes and 
also into Herman, and the translators of the Bible have made Chiram 
by changing Chet into He; both of these Hebrew word signs being 
very similar . 

In the word Hermaphrodite, (a word invented by the old 
philosophers), we find Hermes changed to Herm, signifying Chiram, 
or the Universal Agent, and Aphrodite, the passive principle of 
humidity, who is also called Venus, and is said to have been 
produced and generated by the sea. 

We also read that Hiram (Chiram), or the Universal Agent, assisted 
King Solomon to build the temple. No doubt as Solomon possessed 



wisdom, he understood what to do with the corporealized Universal 
Agent. The Talmud of the Jews says that King Solomon built the 
temple by the assistance of Shamir. Now this word signifies the 
sun, which is perpetually collecting the omnipresent, surrounding, 
electrical fire, or Spiritus Mundi, and sending it to us in the 
planets, in a visible manner called light. 

This electrical flame, corporealized and regenerated into the Stone 
of the Philosophers, enabled King Solomon to produce the immense 
quantities of gold and silver used to build and decorate his 
temple . 

These paragraphs from an ancient philosopher may assist the Masonic 
student of today to realize the tremendous and undreamed-of shire 
of knowledge that lies behind the allegory which he often hears but 
seldom analyzes. Hiram, the Universal Agent, might be translated 
Vita the power eternally building and unfolding the bodies of man. 
The use and abuse of energy is the keynote to the Masonic legend; 
in fact, it is the key to all things in Nature. Hiram, as the 
triple energy, one in source but three in aspec t, can almost be 
called ether, that unknown hypothetical element which carries the 
impulses of the gods through the macrocosmic nervous system of the 
Infinite; for like Hermes, or Mercury, who was the messenger of the 
gods, ether carries impulses upon its wings. The solving of the 
mystery of ether - or, if you prefer to call it vibrant space - is 
the great problem of Masonry. This ether, as a hypothetical 
medium, brings energy to the three bodies of thought, emotion, and 
action, in this manner Chiram, the one in essence, becoming three 
in aspect - mental, emotional, and vital. The work which follows is 
an effort to bring to light other forgotten and neglected elements 
of the Masonic rites, and to emphasize the spirit of Hiram as the 
Universal Agent. 

Freemasonry is essentially mysterious, ritualistic, and ceremonial, 
representing abstract truth in concrete form. Earth (or substance) 
smothering energy (or vitality) is the mystery behind the murder of 
the Builder. 



MOTIVE 

What motive leads the Masonic candidate out of the world and up the 
winding stairway to the light? He alone can truly know, for in his 
heart is hidden the motive of his works. Is he seeking the light 
of the East? Is he seeking wisdom eternal? Does he bring his life 
and offer it upon the altar of the Most high? Of all things, motive 
is most important. Though we fail again and again, it our motive 
be true, we are victorious. Though time after time we succeed, if 
our motive be unworthy, we have failed. Ent er the temple in 
reverence, for it is in truth the dwelling place of a Great Spirit, 
the Spirit of Masonry. Masonry is an ordainer of kings. Its hand 
has shaped the destinies of worlds, and the perfect fruitage of its 
molding is an honest man. What nobler thing can be accomplished 
than the illumination of ignorance? What greater task is there than 
the joyous labor of service? And what nobler man can there be than 
that Mason who serves his Lights, and is himsel f a light unto his 
fellow men?